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Jeanne interviewed me as part of her Creativity Takes Courage series. She interviewed Melody Ross last month and now I’m in love with both of them! You’ll need to sign in to her site to view the video.
Emily just finished her 3rd book, A Million Little Ways. You can preorder here!
Jon Acuff’s new book, Start, will be out soon. He’s so talented and funny and you should follow him on Instagram and Twitter. He’s gonna be at Blissdom and I can’t wait to hear him speak again.
Speaking of Blissdom, I’m rooming with Ruth, Heather, and Darlene. HOLLA!!! Darlene has been digging around in my archives and found a 4 year old post, where I give a very sketchy make-up tutorial, with the brilliant help of Savannah. Turns out, I still use all those products. I’m thinking about updating it to include a few of my new items but I still stand behind my recommendations. And I still wear too much make-up.
And speaking of Ruth, she and I have become accountability partners for each other in our writing endeavors. This week our conversation went something like this:
Me: “Everything I try to say has been said before, but better. I suck. I find this to be a difficult task. I’ll never write a decent book. I’m sure I’ll get the hang of it.
Her: “Quit being so hard on yourself. Just put in the time and write and don’t overanalyze it. Your book will be awesome.”
Last week, the conversation was exactly the same, except swap the names.
I procrastinated my writing last week by cleaning out my closet. She procrastinated by starting a new series on her blog.
You should totally join up next week for Thrifty Thursday. Let’s all happily procrastinate at Ruth’s place!!
Tsh and EVERYONE ELSE I follow on Instagram (okay, not everyone!) is doing the Whole30 eating plan. She wrote about it here and it’s very inspiring. I thought about it for 15 seconds. I really should do it but it’s so hard core. And though I’ve always loved and admired her from, now I’m completely obsessed with all her podcasts. Check it out. But don’t go paleo because then, literally everyone I’m following will be feeling amazing. And then there I’ll be. I’m such a huge podcasting fan and I would love to try my hand (er, my voice) at it. That would be another good way to procrastinate writing, yes?
And then there’s Shaun Groves. LOVE him. He has Daddy Day with his kids, when he’s not traveling around singing. They recently made these book marks from this website. I know, ADORABLE.
Okay, I’m off for a run and praying the shin splint monster doesn’t rear its ugly head!
Hope your weekend is full of sunshine!!
I wrote this post, not because I’ve somehow got it all figured out, but because even as a veteran mom, I’m still struggling. I’m right there with you, down in the trenches, waging war, as enemies attack these kids, our family, on every side. It’s hard because it’s supposed to be hard. But don’t lose heart. Our Father will take this struggle and transform it into beautiful. He is in the business of making all things new.
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We all want to give our children the *best*, whatever that is. But is it, really? What is that ‘best’ that we have to offer our children?
It’s a commitment to love them by discipling them.
Disciple means to teach. We are their first and most important teachers.
As modern Americans, we seem to have lost our way when it comes to our role in our children’s lives. We love them, of course, but we seem to have forsaken the role of being their primary mentors. In generations past, children were kept closer to home and were systematically taught the fundamental lessons in life at a much earlier age. They were expected to participate in the household economy by contributing in a meaningful way to family life. These days, as long as they’re ‘out of our hair’, we are happy and so are they. And trust me, as a homeschooler, the same thing can happen regardless of whether they’re with you all the time or not.
It’s hard to live with kids in a meaningful way. Some days, I give anything to send mine off somewhere, anywhere.
But the bottom line is this: parenting with intention is so difficult. Teaching your children how to live is a daunting task. It’s much easier to be a passive spectator and blame someone else for what’s wrong in our kids and families. Teaching and mentoring and discipling them well is a nearly impossible task. But the alternative is terrifying. Undisciplined, untrained, unloving and overindulged kids become adults. Welcome to every Walmart in America.
We’re a mess.
And our only hope is to repent.
We must admit that we haven’t been the parents we should have been. We’ve been lazy and apathetic. Or we’ve been too harsh and then overindulgent out of guilt. We have chosen our own comfort and our own pleasure at the expense of their proper training.
The next time your child does something you hate—and I know, because it happens to me all the time—-take a careful look. It’s probably some variation of your own sin and poor behavior.
And you hate it in them because you loathe it in yourself. But unless you’re willing to do the hard thing and deal with your very own sin and struggle, you will never rightly deal with theirs.
You’ll minimize them, or ignore them or worse yet, you’ll overreact out of anger toward them.
Our children are like small mirrors that let us see plainly into our own corrupt hearts.
It’s God’s way of tenderly showing us our sin in a way that just might bring us to repentance.
But we are children of Adam and we’re stubborn and hard-hearted. We don’t give up easy and not usually without a fight. So, why are we surprised to see the same seed-bed of rebellion in our kids? They have learned it from the masters—-you and I and every other adult in their lives.
The only answer I can find here is Christ.
We surrender to Him all our tired excuses, all our defenses, all our stubborn anger and rebellion and we beg Him to replace our stone heart with flesh.
We beg Him to make US over first.
Then, we will be able to rightly pray for and teach our children about this cycle of repentance that we all must learn to live in, daily.
I wish there were a formula for raising gracious, hospitable and kind children. The truth is—-the path is ancient and well-worn but it’s not easy. And it will require everything from you—the kind of sacrificial love that only comes from the supernatural grace of Christ. It looks like dying to self and rising to walk in His mercy and grace. And they will watch that cycle of dying and rising, of sin and repentance, and they will learn something beautiful about the rhythm of life as a child of God.
When they see Him dig out your rebellion and anger and false humility, they will know that this Christ that we serve is not a moralist or a goody two shoes or an angry God, out to get them.
They will see the living God, in the flesh of their parents.
His love will draw them and woo them and His powerful Word will transform them.
We want cheap, superficial, behavior modification for our children. Christ wants deep abiding peace and hope for them. We want little moralists who will always choose the politically correct path. Christ wants to circumcise their hearts and make them true disciples. We want them to fit in. He died to set them apart.
We think we love them. He really does.
And He loves them so much that He is not willing to leave them as He found them. He’s so intentional about this transformation that He doesn’t even leave it to us. He lived the sinless life, walked the narrow way, lived perfectly hospitable in their stead. And in ours. So that, ultimately, we have nothing left to do. We are free, now, to love our neighbor, because everything we need has been answered in Christ.
And when we learn to live from this gift, from this bounty, the teaching will become natural. Because we’ll be giving to them from the surplus of love and joy in our own hearts.
And when we fail in this task—and yes, I said WHEN we fail, we seek refuge in the cycle of dying and rising, of sinning and repenting—-to walk in newness of life. And those whom God has given to us to walk beside us will smile—not because they see perfect parents, but because they finally see the key to living in peace with others. And that key is forgiveness.
The forgiveness won for us on the cross and delivered to us in Word and Sacrament.
So, how do you raise hospitable children?
You teach.
You teach them what you are learning by living a transparent life in front of them.
Jesus said, “Go make disciples, by baptizing and teaching.”
You teach them about Him. You teach the faith, once delivered to the saints. Give them His Word and bring them regularly to the Lord’s table, where they feast on the very Lamb of God, who takes away the sins of the world—-even the sins of children and parents.
The thing about parenting that scares me to death is that our children usually turn out like us.
Lord, have mercy.
Y’all. This was a fun one, I ain’t gonna lie.
But then, I love parties. I like to party like it’s 1999. Except I don’t anymore. Because that was before Pinterest. And who wants to party without the help of Pinterest? Not me.
And I like to plan for them plenty of time in advance so I can froof everything up, without feeling completely stressed and overwhelmed.
The occasion was a clothing party (CABi) for my friend, Susan, and since I knew that their new Spring line was French-inspired, I wanted to do a girly, French-y, Anthropologie-esque type party.
So, off to Pinterest, I went-a-searchin’. (see, Silhouette board and Spring party board.)
I started with colors. I wanted black and white, with various shades of pink and fresh greens, in the form of plants and topiaries and magnolia clippings. And silhouettes seemed like a natural addition to a fashion party. I brought the bust of Aphrodite to the kitchen to be the goddess of our soiree.
She wanted to wear her pearls. She’s a goddess. She can do what she wants.
Nothing says “French” like black and white stripes and cute girlfriends and sisters, sipping on champagne and pink lemonade.
I wanted topiaries but that’s not exactly the easiest thing to find in Bean Station in February. So, I went to our farm and Papa G helped me dig up a few pine tree saplings, which I trimmed up to topiary style.
Does that seem like a hillbilly way to make a topiary? It seemed so normal at the time. No animals were harmed in the making of these topiaries.
I covered up the raw dirt with book page butterflies.
I did all kinds of Helter Skelter moves in this photo.
After I got all the black and white accents up, my window treatments seemed a little lacking—like they hadn’t been invited to the party. So, I bought wide black ribbon from Hobby Lobby and pinned it to the bottom. It made all the difference. I may just switch out the ribbon color, periodically, to give them new life!!
I also printed a silhouette and taped it onto a tray and then sat it upright to look like wall decor.
Then, I chopped down half a magnolia tree to put in the vase.
All in a day’s work.
I made a little food, like tangy mushroom soup, cheese tortellini soup, some quiches, some chicken salad croissants, a strawberry dream cake and brie en croute.
I even jazzed up the hardest working gal in my kitchen, with a little homemade scrap paper banner and an adorable silhouette.
The homemade banner may just stay til summer. Because, why not, right? It’ll be as if we’re always on the verge of breaking into song and dance.
The cake competed with the tablecloth for star of the show award. Buttercream always wins. My motto is: “It’s not a party without buttercream and champagne.”
Can I get an amen? The ruffles are so easy to do. I watched a YouTube video, because YouTube is the fountain of all learning.
To add more silhouettes than one person should possibly be allowed to have in their house, I kept printing them off. I framed some…..
And when I ran out of frames, I randomly stuck them places…..
I made David a garland of book page butterflies, which he wants to wear indefinitely. He’s David. Who am I to object?
The best part, as always, was all the wonderful ladies who came. My sisters brought friends and my high school bestie, Shawna, brought lots of friends.
Suffice it to say, we had a ball and partied all morning into the afternoon. I’m still lingering with all the festive touches, hoping that I’ll think of a reason to throw another party soon.
Musical guests were The Lumineers, The Civil Wars, Mumford and Sons, The Avett Brothers and The Wailin’ Jenny’s.
Because it’s not a party without good music.
Okay, hope you felt like you were there.
I wish you would have been!
Mwahhhhhh!
When Stevie and I met, he said he didn’t like mushrooms. I set out to the change his mind on that. It was a successful campaign and now he begs for them. Or something like that.
If you think you don’t like mushrooms, I urge you to give this jewel a try. I started making this years ago, after having it in one of my favorite little restaurants in Johnson City (no longer in business.) I think I’ve finally figured out just how they made it. I served it at my little soiree this week and thought it’d be easier to share the recipe by blogging it instead of emailing it to my friends. I’m lazy like that.
So, hope you enjoy the soup and your weekend!
Also, before you start cooking, make sure you head over to Allume’s website and make your plans to attend their conference in October. The tickets for the conference went on sale last night and they sold out of the early bird tickets. They still have regular tickets but after I saw the updated speaker line-up, I’m sure they’ll sell out fast. Ann Voskamp is giving the keynote. Yes, you heard that right!! And Melanie Shenkle ( from the Big Mama blog—who has a brand new book out!) and my favorite dearest blogger, The Nester will be speaking again. It’s within driving distance this year, in Greenville, SC, so if any locals want to make a road trip with me, let me know. You can purchase tickets here!
I’m completely beside myself because how am I supposed to say something meaningful in that kind of company? Can you say nervous Nellie?
Making soup is so much easier, so here ya go!!
Ingredients:
1 large box fresh button mushrooms
1 small box fresh cremini mushrooms
1 small box of shitake mushrooms (optional)
2 tablespoon good olive oil
3 T. butter
1 cup chopped onion
1 bunch fresh thyme, tied together with kitchen twine
Kosher salt
Freshly ground black pepper
1/2 t. nutmeg
pinch of cayenne pepper
1/3 cup all-purpose flour
2 cups chicken stock
1 cup half-and-half
1 cup heavy cream
1 T. honey
splash of balsamic vinegar
Instructions:
Saute onion in butter and olive oil until translucent.
Clean the mushrooms by wiping them with a dry paper towel and add them all except about a cup of the button mushrooms. (you’ll add them at the end, sliced)
Add the cayenne, nutmeg, salt, pepper and the thyme.
Add the flour and cook for one minute. The mixture will be thick and gloopy-but not to worry!
Now, add the stock and stir well to incorporate the flour. You can use a whisk if needed to break up the clumps of flour.
Add the rest of the ingredients and let the flavors mix together well. Once you add the milk products, you want to keep the soup from boiling. Cook at mostly low heat.
Remove the thyme stems and serve with crusty bread.
(The reason for adding a cup of the mushrooms at the end is so you’ll have different layers of texture in the soup, some mushrooms well cooked and others with a bit more crunch!)
This year, I made a goal to live with more intention-—to find ways to spend my time, my money, and my gifts more wisely.
It’s so easy for us to fill our lives with so much stuff that we leave little room to serve others, to dream our dreams, to make art, to love well.
This month our focus is love. C.S. Lewis said of love,
“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless–it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.”
It’s your turn. Tell us about your broken, beautiful love!