Day 10

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I have to quote pg 89 in our Place at the Table book:

“In the moments before I encountered this child [he's talking about Mateus, a child from Codo, Brazil], I had been preoccupied with irritable thoughts and grumblings from my stomach.  My pantry is full, and I have more than enough to eat, but like a spoiled child I was not interested in another serving of rice or beans.  God help me.  I am a selfish man [insert woman] in need of a Savior.”

This statement has been resonating with me for hours today.  Even in the midst of this fast I have bounty galore.  Open my refrigerator and there you will see an assortment of fruit and veggies, often with some chicken I’m marinating for the week.  In my cupboards I am fully stocked for baking.  I have a 25 lb bag of rice at my fingertips.  What’s this about???  I’m supposed to be feeling solidarity with the poor and instead I’m stocking my shelves!  Shame on me…yet I’m thankful at the same time.  Ever so thankful that I am able to have a variety of food at my fingertips even when I’m fasting.  

I’m not facing hardship by eating rice.  I happen to love rice!  My sister is Cambodian and has taught me various things you can do with rice to make it stretch and taste good.  I learned that rice, seasoning sauce and a fried egg in the morning are a pretty delicious way to start the day.  Toss in some roasted veggies and grilled chicken and you have supper.  I even know how to make traditional Cambodian fried rice.  Do I have an advantage?  Besides have a grocery store down the street and a fridge packed with food?  Maybe…my Cambodian side of the family were pretty frugal and made do with things I would normally turn my nose up at.  So, because it is not a hardship should I switch from rice to potatoes?  Also a staple used around the world and one we in New England would be glad to include in any meal.  

I think if we are careful to recognize how easy it is for us – even during our fasting – and remember the poor and give thanks to God, we’ll do OK.  The point is to raise awareness and maybe change our selfish habits.  We need to stop and think about what we put in our mouths and praise God for our bounty even in the midst of a fast.  Face it, we will never be as poor as the poor are around the world.  We will never have the type of gnawing hunger most of their children wake up to every morning.  Even those of us on food stamps are incredibly wealthy in comparison.  

Don’t be deceived, my dear brothers and sisters. Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows. He chose to give us birth through the word of truth, that we might be a kind of first fruits of all he created.”  James 1:16-18

 

A Place at the Table

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Hubby and I started this study on May 11th, which would have been little O’s 7th birthday.  Not so coincidentally, this book covers a 40 day fasting diet, so we’ll end on the day of O’s passing.  Let me say this; in the last 10 days I have learned more about myself than I care to admit and also about how I view food.

Our church, Curtis Lake Christian Church, is growing in the direction of world service.  We sponsor several programs overseas and here at home in places like Romania, Ethiopia, Russia, China, Mexico and in our own community.  We desire to be a church that reflects the body of Christ and that extends to being His hands and feet where ever we are needed.  Our Mission is to help people find hope in God, develop faith in Jesus, and lead others with Love.  Our Vision is to create a church where unchurched people’s curiosity becomes commitment.  Now you know where I am coming from!  To add to this, a friend of mine who happens to be our Director of Outreach has been studying her buns off to learn more about the huge issues like human trafficking, slavery, and the plight of the poor around the world.  Her goal is to advance awareness to as many people as she can and she’s doing a fantastic job!

My point in mentioning the study and our church’s goals is this – they coincide!  Everything I’m doing right now, all the various areas I’ve committed to serving in are converging into ONE goal – to eliminate poverty and human trafficking.  My Wednesday morning women’s Bible study is covering the book of James using Beth Moore’s Mercy Triumphs study.  She has put it best by saying this:

  •  ”…the only time I feel a vivid fellowship with suffering believers in other parts of the world is when I am humbled by extreme difficulty of my own.  Otherwise, I wonder how in Heaven’s name I will stand next to them around the throne of God and have any crowns at all to cast.  Without frequent humblings, I am a cushy, lightweight Christian who doesn’t know the first thing about denying myself and carrying my cross.

WOW!  Now ain’t that the truth!  There’s no condemnation there – simply an acknowledgement of where we are in the world.  We are incredibly privileged to be living in this country, to have corner stores, grocery stores, specialty shops, delis, cupcakeries, bakeries, fast food, and restaurants galore! To wake up in the morning and wonder what we feel like eating instead of seeing only what there is to eat.  Our choices are taken for granted so badly they aren’t even in the realm of our awareness, we just go for it with no thought for our poor neighbors or even if those poor neighbors had a hand in harvesting what we’re putting into our mouths.  Do the companies that import our fruits and veggies use fair trade practices?  Or do they just go on with a blind eye and except the lowest bids thereby ensuring slavery and brutal conditions in the areas of the world we get our food from?

Chris Seay’s study, which includes a 40 day Lent-style fast, our church’s mission and vision statements, the Book of James, my friend’s efforts in educating herself,  and even our Pastor’s current sermon series are all speaking the same message!  We must do our very best to serve those in need.  Throughout the entire Bible God puts tremendous emphasis on remembering the poor, serving the poor, blessing the poor.  There will always be poor in this world.  Again Beth Moore says this:

  • “The point is not to stir up guilt.  It’s to stir up giving.  Simply put, we who have are to open our hands in complete humility to those who don’t.”

Back to the 40 day fast and where this epiphany came from…I’m attempting to be faithful to this fasting diet I’ve chosen but realize I am failing miserably.  Even in our fasting state we have more food than most poor people can imagine.  To eat the staples of rice, veggies, chicken, eggs and beans and nothing else for 40 days is virtually impossible for someone who has literally NO will power or discipline when it comes to food.  I adore food.  I crave the tastes and textures of really good food.  I am addicted to having what I want when I want it.  I am a slave to my desire for food.  Now reconcile that with someone who is trying to commit to a specific diet for 40 days.  Yup – it’s darned HARD!  I am grateful everyday that I don’t have to rely on what I’m eating for the rest of my life.  I know when my 40 days are up I will have the freedom to eat whatever I like.  However, this is WHY I’m doing this fast.  To learn more about self control, discipline and what God wants to teach me about how I view food.  It turns out that while, yes, I have cheated, I have also been made aware of all these other elements.  Where is my food coming from?  How was it harvested?  What is in my food – preservatives, chemicals, etc?  Am I supporting human trafficking with my food purchases because I’m not careful about researching the companies fair trade practices?  I’m hopeful that when my 40 days are up that I will not go back to the same attitude I had before.

I’m doing my best.  I’ll go several days sticking to it then cave in and grab a slice of cheese.  I’ve put cheese, chocolate, sweets, processed foods and red meats on the fasting table.  I need to know if I can go the distance without them.  So far I know I really don’t like beans in any shape or form!  You can make them taste OK but you just can’t change their texture!  *shiver*  Now how do I feel about having to eat them knowing that beans may be the only source of nutrition for many poor?  That they don’t have a choice?  Yikes…having to eat something several times a day that you really don’t like because it’s the only thing you have?  Yikes, again.

I really want a revelation from God about my eating habits and how I can change them and make a difference in the world.  It may be a miniscule footprint that I’m able to contribute but it’s better than nothing.  And, who knows, somewhere along the way, I may inspire someone else to change their view of food and then there will be two of us.  We’ll create a ripple effect!

What good is it, my brothers and sisters, if someone claims to have faith but has no deeds? Can such faith save them? Suppose a brother or a sister is without clothes and daily food. If one of you says to them, “Go in peace; keep warm and well fed,” but does nothing about their physical needs, what good is it? In the same way, faith by itself, if it is not accompanied by action, is dead.”  James 2:14-17

Pray for me as I go through this amazing journey!

Blessings on you!

Ok…Now say Hello to…

Bruno :)

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We’ve had one busy busy month!  First we had the trauma of losing our beloved family pet, Dolomite.  He was truly the BEST dog EVER!  Well behaved, well mannered, voice trained, house trained, snuggly, gentle, watchful, and loving…  Now in the space of not even two weeks, we’ve adopted TWO new puppies!  I know when I’ve been spoiled and man, was I ever spoiled with Dolo!  These two pups are rambunctious, ill-mannered, energetic, high-strung and definitely NOT house trained!  Ugh…I forgot just how much I dislike this stage of disciplining, training, taking the pups outside every two hours, and cleaning up accidents.  Yet, how I love their zest for life, their overwhelming enthusiasm for all things new.  They take me out of my comfort zone, and let’s face it, I’m pretty mired into my zone these days!  Bruno, the baby, is just that – he’s an 11 week old American cattle dog mix and he loves to get right under my chin for snuggles.  I don’t mind, it’s just the 4:30am wake-up time that’s a little hard to take!  Wyatt has begun acclimate very well, still shy, but has learned to do his “business” outside…whew!  One down, one to go!  They play well together and best of all, my wild man simply adores them!  That’s him in the background :)

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There’s something soft and irresistible about the pups and the wild man had completely succumbed! 

On a different note, I finally got my new swift in – YAY!!!  *Jumping for Joy!*  I can’t wait to use it as I still have this beautiful Hexie Afghan to finish that was started…um…three years ago!  I have 14 skeins of cotton dk to ball up so I can finish and I’m really anxious to finish!

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Unfortunately I don’t have a better pic than this – it is halfway done now!

Hope you all have a blessed week!

Say Hello to…

Wyatt!  He’s a 4 mo old, neutered Pointer/Aussie Mix and we got him through the Kennebunk Animal Shelter. They were fantastic and so patient while we worked through whether we were going to commit to him or not.  It was a big deal since it’s only been two weeks since we lost Dolomite.  Wild man kept asking for another dog and I’ve come to realize that the house is too empty without the pitter patter of little doggy paws!  We spent more than we wanted to because of his being a puppy…but, we believe Wyatt will be worth it.

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Welcome to the family, Wyatt!

Spring Break

Things have been really heating up here at Casa Mama’s, literally!  The last two days have been mid-summer hot – mid 80′s and sunny.  Lovely weather for April!  However, today it’s back into the mid 50′s to lower 60′s and the difference is plain chilly.  We are doing our best to ignore the chill by tackling all sorts of projects.  Dad has been wanting to move to the downstairs bedroom (which is a logistical nightmare but a mobility necessity) so we’ve been slowly installing him into his new digs.  He’s loving it but not loving the fact that he’s a pack rat!  He can’t figure out why he has purchase receipts that date back to the 70′s!  LOL!

So we figured while we were shuffling him around we’d move my yarn and sewing stuff up into the abandoned office space between our two bedrooms.  Dad had gotten rid of an ancient desk and moved his computer stuff downstairs so there was this space beckoning me to fill it!  First it needed paint:

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Aren’t I lovely??  HA!  After we vacuumed up the dessicated remains of a mouse we were ready to paint!  So it went from the above to:

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Niiiice :)   Built in shelving was quickly calculated and put together, the bonus being all my yarny goodness fit into it!  The next problem was what to do with all the sewing stuff I’ve inherited and purchased.  It’s a temporary mess until hubby cobbles together a sewing table for me to put the sewing machine and serger on.  I’ll probably whip up some curtains to cover the sides of the table so I can stow more stuff (ie: the bins in the corner) under it while making it still look pretty. :)

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It’ll all come together soon, I’m sure.  In fact, hubby is in the workshop right now fiddling away with his tools and trying to come up with something functional and pretty for me. :)

This is what our outside is starting to look like these days:

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Isn’t it gorgeous?  I wanted to get these pictures taken this morning while it was still sunny with blue skies…but, got a bit distracted by all the activity in the house instead!

Finally, here are my seedlings – they are popping up so fast!!

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Thyme, Sweet Basil, Stevia, Red Bell Peppers, Sunflowers (mini), and Big Boy tomatoes

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Say hello to PussemGirl, isn’t she sweet?  (Her real name is Sox but we ended up calling her Puss).  She loves her hugs and kisses and usually sleeps right next to my pillow.  She’s so snuggly :)

Cheerio!

Monday Night Dinners

Long day yet rewarding in its own right.  Went to a funeral this morning for my BIL’s mum…she was a wonderful person with several awful diseases and God saw fit to call her home this past Thursday.  It was a nice service and we wanted to hang out with the family after but we had prior obligations with the church…Monday Night Dinner.

See I’m on the Hospitality Team for our church and we’ve adopted a new and slightly unusual “thing” called the Monday Night Service with a free Monday Night Dinner served to the community just before worship.  It’s working out pretty well except the meal prep takes up most of a Monday and sometimes the Sunday prior with baking and advanced prep.  We have no budget other than what the staff can procure for us at the Food Bank and I have to say we have been extremely fortunate with their offerings!  It’s a pretty cool thing to serve up good grub for curious people and our Team really enjoys doing it.

But, it is a lot of work with today being no exception!  My dogs are howling right now and I have blisters on parts of my feet I didn’t even realize could get blisters!  We served up Egg Strata, steamed asparagus, bacon, seasoned hash browns, croissants and for dessert, fresh blueberries and strawberries, vanilla yogurt and cinnamon sugar tortas (Spanish flatbread cookie) – SO good!!  The whole meal was awesome but when you have a fussy oven with hot and cold spots that rotate every time the doors open it’s a bit of a logistical nightmare!  P is our fearless leader and a consummate list maker.  Without her planning and organizational skills we’d be floundering.  Her hubby is our dishwasher and greatly appreciated for those fine skills. :)   We had several mishaps with the bacon not cooking evenly in the ovens and timing issues with getting the strata made so it could soak and then having to share valuable oven space with the remaining bacon and hash browns.  My hubby and I furiously hulled and sliced three flats of strawberries while P was racing in the background shuffling pans and trays in and out of the ovens.  From 12:30pm to 5:15pm the kitchen was a flurry of activity and conversation and then…it was over, except for the cleanup.  The table was loaded with food and everyone was happy and satisfied.  So rewarding for us knowing the people we fed were heading into the sanctuary to hear a great message and participate in worship! :)

However, there is a darkside of Monday Night Dinners…the prep and food team also have to clean up.  We work for hours preparing, cooking and serving the food and then we have the inevitable clean up.  It would be REALLY nice if we could get in a cleaning team who would be responsible for the dishes, sanitizing, mopping and and putting away all the chairs and tables.   It would cut the work in half with fresh people coming in for the clean up sift.  I felt terrible tonight as I had to leave before the major cleaning was done – but my son had to get home to bed before he turned into Mr. Crankypants! Still, P’s hubby was still scrubbing pans and P was still cleaning counters and putting stuff away when I was leaving.  It just doesn’t seem right.  Sadly, while we have volunteers willing to help serve, rare (and precious!) are the ones willing to help clean up.  So I guess I just have to add this to our Kitchen Wish List, along with new ovens, wanted – Cleaning Crew!  You will be greatly prized!

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Say “hi” to Mister!

Boston!

Casa Mama’s has been busy lately!  We planned a trip to Beantown for our little man to reward him for finally doing so well in school! :)   We rode the Downeaster from Wells to North Station – he was so excited about his first train ride!  From North Station we rode the T (along with all the Red Sox fans) to the New England Aquarium and spent a bunch of time there looking at the exhibits and seeing an iMax movie called Under the Sea 3D.  It was fabulous!  Wild man was really into the 3D adventure and loved playing with his seat and his 3D glasses.  It was time for lunch, so we walked over to Quincy Market and trolled around for some really great food – we found the best mac-n-cheese from MMMac&Cheese located in the west (?) end of the colonnade.  Mark had their Boston Mac which is lobster, crab and shrimp tossed into their classic mac.  I kept it simple with their Classic Mac… lovely lovely stuff…mmm! :)   We walked it off next door in Freedom Park while the wild man ran and tumbled on the grass.  Did I mention it was a glorious day?  It was a fine day indeed!  Wild man played in the fountain then we finished off our day back in the Aquarium visiting more penguins and seals and playing in the stingray tank.  Alas, then it was back to the T to North Station and our train home.  We sat next to a couple of really sweet college kids from Endicott College who were on their way home for the long weekend.  Wild man was especially taken by the tall, stunning blue eyed girl who he decided needed a hug for entertaining him and chatting with us all the way home!  Fortunately she was completely charmed by him and didn’t take offense to his overture.  ;P  We wished them luck in life as we detrain-ed and got ready to drive home.  Thirty minutes later, the wild man was tucked into bed, happy with his day and his fuzzy penguin souvenir.  A tiring, yet wonderfully fulfilling day !

More Life Happens…

Several things have been going on at Casa Mama’s lately – some good some not.  Starting with what’s not so good, we had to put our beloved dog, Dolo, to sleep last week.  It happened so quickly I’m still not sure what happened.  One week he was running around, begging for treats, and snuggle-buggling like he always did and the next week he was gone.  At first the vet thought he might have contracted rabies but his neurological symptoms didn’t fit.  He deteriorated so fast yet would periodically show improvement that we kept hope alive.  I prayed over him every day that God would use him to perform a miracle in healing.  I firmly believe God loves all his creations, not just humankind, but all living things.  However, I also prayed that if this was God’s will that He take Dolo home then I was going to give Him praise for the time we did have with our beloved pet.  Even now, a week later, it’s very hard to write about it without breaking down in tears and asking “why?”  Yet God did perform a miracle with Dolo’s passing.  It was subtle yet extraordinarily effective. 

And here’s where the good comes in…the wild man didn’t really understand what happened with Dolomite – I believe he thought he’d come home from school one day and Dolo would great him at the door per usual.  Tuesday night when I was putting him to bed, we somehow got onto the subject of heaven.  My precious boy asked me what heaven was like, was God really all around us, and what does it really mean to talk to God.  It was an amazing conversation and one that ended up blessing both of us so much.  Towards the end of the conversation I told the wild man how God loves to hear us praying to Him.  He wants to hear how our days go, He wants the bad and the good.  I told him we tend to go to God with all our wants and needs and rarely take the time for praise.  So I just started praying praises to our Lord and at one point I prayed for Him to embrace our furry family member and reward him for his unconditional love of us and then – I hear sniffles.  I opened my eyes and the wild man started sobbing, crying for Dolo.  I gathered him up and held him while we both had a good cry then I pulled back and looked him in the eyes.  I said, “He’s in God’s hands now, sweetie.  He doesn’t feel pain, he doesn’t suffer, and he has a new little doggy body that’s whole and healthy and he’s up there at the Rainbow Bridge, waiting for us.  So we need to thank God for the time we had with him and be thankful he’s in a place where there’s no more pain.”  My sweet, precious child looked back at me, wiped his eyes, and said, “Ok, Mama…but I still miss him.”  I told him it was ok to miss him and ok to cry for him. 

Then out of the blue he says to me, “there are these girls at school (he named three of his classmates) and they just don’t believe me when I tell them God is bigger than our school.  They just don’t, Mumma, why?”  Oh, SO GOOD!!!  My son talks about God at school!!!  How great is that!  So there is the miracle the passing of our pup made possible.  An important, teachable moment with my son that he actually listened to…:)  I still miss Dolo and I will for the rest of my life – he was the best doggy friend I have ever had – but his life did not go without meaning.  God uses even the animals to teach us and show us how much he loves us.Image

In memory of Dolomite – thank you for your sweet, gentle, loving manner.  I miss hugging your fuzziness and scrubbing behind your floppy ears.  Aug 2003 to April 5, 2012.