Category Archives: Random Linky Love

A Love We Don’t Have to Earn

Worship Fully:  I really enjoy the work that Mustard Seed Associates puts out.  Christine Sine has been very helpful to me in following and celebrating the liturgical year.  Her work (and the work of others) is really quality in regards to Advent this year.

Spend Less:  Today I listened to a great interview on CraftSanity.  It was so refreshing to listen to something creative while being able to putter around the house (Judah was at school, Abel had a box to play with, and Josephine napped for a bit).  Creativity and reusing:  great combination.

Give More:  Today I gave more time to Christmas goodies in the kitchen.  Waffles for lunch (just because), peanut butter popcorn (fail:  need to learn to work with hot sugar and temperatures), eggnog scones (for dinner and tomorrow), and some kind of German spice cookie (just because):  it felt nice to create with ingredients that I already had to nurture and nourish others (and for me to hear yummy noises – love that).

Love All:  “What I believe is so magnificent, so glorious, that it is beyond finite comprehension. To believe that the universe was created by a purposeful, benign Creator is one thing. To believe that this Creator took on human vesture, accepted death and mortality, was tempted, betrayed, broken, and all for love of us, defies reason. It is so wild that it terrifies some Christians who try to dogmatize their fear by lashing out at other Christians, because tidy Christianity with all answers given is easier than one which reaches out to the wild wonder of God’s love, a love we don’t even have to earn.” – Madeleine L’Engle

On the Interwebs

Worship Fully:  I’m an avid podcast listener.  Multitasker to the end, I love learning and hearing from others while doing the mundane of folding laundry, sweeping, chasing those every present crumbs.  And, when I’m feeling pushed to the brink, it’s really nice to hear adults talking to me rather than the demands of the Little People (darling as they are).  A few podcasts I listen to are keepers, but I find that many of them I listen to for a season:  they resonate for a while, and then my mind starts tuning them out along with the constant question of  “Can we eat our Advent calendar chocolate *now*?”  Other podcasts I try on for a bit, and they don’t connect, so I let them go.  One such podcast was from The Village Church in Texas.  Having heard great things about their pastor Matt Chandler (and having had a friend who I adored of the same name), I listened for a bit.  But one can only listen to so many sermon series from churches one doesn’t attend before it’s just gluttony, so I let that podcast go.  Then I read the story of what’s happening at that faith gathering, and I listened to Matt’s last sermon, and it just hit home.  Talk about worshiping fully.  It’s a challenging listen, and I’m finding my heart laboring with those from The Village Church, looking forward to where the Spirit will lead them in this.

Spend Less:  So I went against the grain and ordered a few things for Christmas.  Yeah, the orders didn’t go through.  I had a choice:  meltdown?  Or welcome it as a blessing?  I went with a little of both.  🙂

Give More:  of combining help and food and volunteering and donating and just giving more.  Food bloggers rock in this area.

Love All:  Today at the doctor’s office I did not have a hard time loving some little kids playing with Josephine:  she smiled, they giggled, it was great.  I did have a hard time loving the doctor who told me that he can’t do anything to make me feel better.  Love is a choice, not a feeling.  Love is a choice, not a feeling.  Love is a choice, not a feeling … 🙂

Getting the Farm to Everyone

Yesterday my family and I stopped at our town’s farmers’ market after church.  It’s a very, very small market which my husband always has to say (in such a kindly tone, of course), “You mean The *Artisan* Market?”  Because they sell more arts and crafts goods than produce, at least in my blip of a town.  On Saturday the neighboring town has their *artisan* market, and although the town is larger, the market is smaller.

I love the idea of a farmers’ market.  A neighboring town has a much bigger, more diverse, well put together market that gathers on Thursday afternoons – you know, right in the middle of naptime.  The only time I’ve attended was twoish years ago when I had a toddler and an infant who refused to nap, and I refused to stay in the hot house with them.  It was a lovely experience:  great, fresh produce; whole grain, locally made breads; meats and cheeses – I came home with a quality dinner.  Plus everyone oohed and ahhed over my smallest tyke, reminding me that it might not have been a mistake to choose to procreate again.

Yesterday I read an article about a farmers’ market that was located in the poorer section of a large city (can’t find the link this morning:  here’s one similar).  For the most part these markets are in nicer areas of populations, places where folks live who already have access to fresh produce (maybe not local, but still).  This market also spent time and money being able to accept electronic benefits transfer for those on food stamp programs:  it’s costly, but this was something important to them.

How cool would it be to have that in my town?  Right now the markets seem to be such a novelty, something to stop at on the way home from the beach or from wine tasting.  What if the ginormous empty field in the middle of the southside of our neighboring town had a quality farmers’ market with quality produce?  It may not draw in the passers-by, it may not be as easy to get to, but what if it helped the economically-diverse populations mix?  We live in an area with easy access to quality agriculture as well as a technology-proficient area.  Oh, to dream dreams …

Cool Beans!

You know when you know cool people, and they do cool things, but the cool things are kinda kept under the radar, which makes them that much cooler?

Check this out.

Yay, my friend Kelly Bean!

[HT:  Gregg who keeps me in the know while I’ve been hiding out in my Mama’s basement for Rockin’ Spring Break 2008]

La Meme

So I’m a Facebook junkie. It’s true: I love getting little updates on what my friends are doing and seeing the Friend Request box light up. You can find out all sorts of things – where people are living, who’s having a baby, who is friends with who (or not). Another thing I love (being the information junkie that I am) is seeing that my friends list a website, and then adding it to my feed reader (which folks are just finding out about feed readers: hello – where have you been? Best. Invention. Ever. Except for my son’s Soothing Crib Device thingy).

So a friend recently posted his website, and linked to me in regards to a meme. But at the end he says that I’m a “new friend”. I hope that means that I’m a new commenter on his blog because, HELLO: we were Youth Yearly Meeting junkies. And went to the same church. And the same youth group. And the same mission trips. And camps. And high school. And college. And he kinda almost dated my husband’s sister (I think: the story is a long, convoluted college summer extravaganza). I could go on, but I think you get the point, and I’m not one to beat a dead horse. Much. 😀

The meme rules are as follows:

1. Pick up the nearest book of 123 pages or more. No cheating!
2. Find page 123
3. Find the first 5 sentences
4. Post the next 3 sentences
5. Tag 5 people

Okay, so nearest books: “Feeding the Whole Family” and “Quick Fix Meals.” Did I mention my computer is by my stove?

So either you get

“2 tsp. extra virgin olive oil; 1 onion, chopped; 1 carrot, cut into large chunks” – for an easy vegetarian soup stock


“Serve these chops with Broccoli Puree with Parmesan (page 210) – start the side dish before making the chutney and everything will be ready at the same time. Place the ragout in a small saucepan and stir in the raisins, vinegar, brown sugar, and cumin. Set the pan over medium heat, bring to a simmer, and simmer until the mixture thickens and reduces to about 1 cup, 8 to 10 minutes” – for Pan-Seared Pork Chops with Tomato Chutney.

Thwack: tagged.

  1. Amy
  2. Joel (whose wife should blog, but something about having three kids four and under)
  3. Jimmy (whose wife has a facebook but not a blog, and he has a blog but not a facebook – I guess that way all means of communication are covered)
  4. Marta (who hasn’t blogged in WAY too long but should have some good stuff post-Convergence)
  5. Jason (who is my professor; this is a means of checking out to see if he does trackbacks or reads my blog or both; and to see if he doesn’t mind being referred to by his “common” name, or if my participation grades will start to see a decrease :))

So, seeing as how I’m American and apparently buy into the idea that gross excess is only half enough, I must admit that I’ve been tagged to post this meme on my other blog. Which I will do. Tomorrow. When my brain isn’t fuzzy, or at least is Morning Fuzzy which is much more functional.

Workin’ in some Joy

I really appreciate everyone’s comments as of late and profusely apologize for not responding:  I’m lucky to have enough time (and functioning brain cells) to write a post.  Many many dankes.  Your comments, prayers, and thoughts bring me joy:  real joy.

But since the boys are sleeping and I should be as well, I’ll cop out of this post and leave you with this and this.  They’re not real joy, but they are my giggly places, especially in the wee hours of the morning (Judah digs them, too, asking repeatedly for “appyappyjoyjoy” and “dance, Mama, dance!”).

“Love isn’t how you feel, it’s what you do”

Four+ years ago I stood in a chapel in Jacksonville, OR, and said my vows to my soon-to-be husband. I started off with the above quote from one of my most favorite authors, an incredibly wise woman who has shaped some of my most formative thoughts and beliefs. She passed away last night. Thank you, Madeleine, for sharing your words, your imagination, your questions, your self.

Another Face Added to the Book

So I’m on Facebook now. A friend asked: “You have time for Facebook?” To which I responded: “One boy is sleeping; another is playing a Thomas the Tank Engine game. A girl’s got to have some sort of communication with the outside world!”

So, have you added your face? You wanna be friends? You know you wanna . . .