Be Still, My Heart

There most certainly is a lot going on around here and thank you very much for asking. There’s some news on the docket that I’d like to share but I need to get my heart and my thoughts and my words together, and finding a moment for getting all three of those together at the same time can be a bit like herding cats right now…without the scratches, I suppose.

And of course we have friends around, and as always, they have come in God’s perfect timing and I am incredibly thankful and full of run-on sentences and good cheer and fresh reasons to bake something.

Until I can herd those cats into one barrel, or crate, or metaphorical litterbox, I thought I’d share a Be Still, My Heart moment with you from yesterday.

Are you ready?

Are you sure?

Look!


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Hero Hubs edited it this afternoon and I almost fainted.

Twice.

Hope you’re having a great weekend. Talk at ya soon.

xCC

Friends R Gooood

We are blessed with the presence of some dear friends way down here in SA this week…helping me overcome missing Agnes!

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{This photo was at a bridal shower just before I got hitched!}

Brittany and I were friends at first sight…which was a good thing since I was moving into the house where she lived when we met! What a joy when you get together with an old friend and it feels like no time has passed at all. It’s so good to have her and her husband Chuck around for a wee while! They’re celebrating their one year anniversary while they’re here. How cool is that?

In other news, I have some delightful pictures of our TWO MONTH OLD coming your way soon! And I discovered today that the Bear can’t say freckle, so he says pretzel. And I think that, and some great pictures, are two things worth celebrating.

Woop, woop!

In the meantime, if you have anyone living within a thirty mile radius of you that has known you for more than a year or two, I’d like to suggest you take a moment to give thanks. It’s a privilege to enjoy the presence of an old friend — it’s taken six years as an expat for me to realise just how sweet it is!

It’s like they say in Dassiesfontein

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Hope your week is going great, and full of friends.

xCC

When It Ain’t Easy

There are things that come naturally to some of us, but not so much to others. You might find it really easy to open up your home and life to the people around you. Or you may find hospitality totally draining and prefer to leave it to the people who like it. From learning to creating to performing, music or painting or writing or cooking or listening or building — we have some beautiful gifts in this world. Hopefully it brings us joy to use those beautiful gifts to be a blessing and it brings others joy to receive from the overflowing cup of our giftings.

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We know that we’re blessed to be a blessing. And I hope you’re convinced that God doesn’t have a second string or a “B Team”.

Sometimes, even the things that we’re very gifted at don’t come easy. While words very often feel like they come through my fingertips before my brain fully considers them, sometimes I stare at the screen, wanting to write, but not wanting to write. Knowing there is a gift that I ought to be stirring — perhaps through reading or writing or thinking or praying — but there’s also a wall there, and it holds me back and I feel unable to move forward.

But writer’s block isn’t just for writers.

Sometimes we stare at the wall for a while. We think about whether we can go around it, or go over it. We want to continue to create, to use our gifts, to bless, to enjoy, and we hope to find a way to move forward. But the wall doesn’t always move easily. And we sometimes get stuck on the wrong side of it.

The things that used to bring us joy begin to bring us dread. The thing we used to call our passion might start to be called a calling or even a duty or worse still an obligation. And this thing that was once so full of life feels like death hanging around our necks. It’s a soggy fish out of water, facing the frying pan with a frown on its face.

If the thought of pressing on, along the road with your gifting, makes you feel like a frowning fish right now, I’d like to make a few suggestions.

Change your route. Have you been travelling the same way, doing things the same way for a long time? Could you add or take something away from your day to day, considering the old saying that “Variety is the Spice of Life”?

Look for some new destinations. What are your goals? Are the things you have to do the biggest hindrance to doing what you want to do? Get creative, and think about how you can spend more time doing what you want to do every day (or even once or twice a week, for starters.)

Pull off at a rest stop. Perhaps it’s time for someone else to be a blessing, and time for you to let yourself rest (and maybe recover) and find the heart to be a blessing again.

Stop and ask for directions. Talk to someone else who creates. Even Edison had an off day. Perhaps Mozart was moody. You may be surprised that the people around you who never seem to miss a beat have walked through something similar.

Make sure you’ve got the right map. Pray some good, honest prayers. Talk to the Creator who gave you the gifts that you have, and let Him know how you feel about using them. Sometimes we’re our own worst enemies — we create false obligations for ourselves — and we hold ourselves back when it’s time to move forward. Do His plans feel like hope and a future? If not, maybe those are your plans.

Before you start hanging pictures (or spraypainting graffiti) on the roadblock that’s holding you back, take the opportunity to re-engage. Re-evaluate. Re-examine and re-think. You’ve got something to give, and when it ain’t easy, that’s often a sign it’s a good time to step back and take a good look at your map.

xCC

Travelling Tuesday: Dassiesfontein!

So…a week late and a Dassie short, I have finally gotten together the Dassiesfontein shots for you. I hope you’ll think they were worth the wait! And that you’ll forgive the delay!

Here’s the backstory: Travelling along the N2 (one of the major highways in SA) you’ll pass some gorgeous South African scenery, like this:

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And you might happen to pass a big old barn with “DASSIESFONTEIN” across the top of it, like this:

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And you might happen to say to your Hero Hubs, or he might happen to say to you, “We ought’ta stop there sometime.”

Mayhaps.

And you might even decide to take a drive there, thinking there’s a whole village somewhere off the highway past that barn, only to discover when you ask your Hero Hubs as you pull into the parking lot, “Now, wait, is this all of Dassiesfontein?” And he might laugh at you as he has to inform you that the contents of this wee barn are Dassiesfontein in its entirety. And you might be a bit surprised, laugh, or disbelieve him for a while and then feel silly.

Mayhaps. I’m just saying it could happen.

Now remember, Dassies are the little beaver-like creatures I told you about in Hermanus, which are apparently more closely related to the elephant than any other living species. Could’ve fooled me. And “Dassiesfontein” would literally be translated from Afrikaans “fountain of Dassies.” And since there are lots of other -fonteins in SA, like wonderful Bloemfontein for example, I was expecting a town. With lotsa Dassies.

I got neither.

But Good News, even if this is all there is to Dassiesfontein, it. is. still. awesome. And Hero Hubs captured the awesomeness, and here I am, mayhaps a Tuesday late, but nevertheless present, to bring the (non-Dassied) Dassiesfontein to you. (Cuz we didn’t see nay one bit of a dassie there. Ahem.)

For starters, they have several rooms with splendid things for sale:

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I love him.

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Amen.

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Amen.

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Amen. {I’m kidding, HH, you’re irreplaceable!}

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Beautiful Crosses like the one we gave Agnes!

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Sweet things for your weans and bairns. (That’s Scots for Kinder, which is German for niños, which is Spanish for children.)

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They also had some beautiful antique furniture and kitcheny stuff:

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I will gladly pay you Tuesday for this gorgeous piece of furniture today. And by Tuesday I mean some Tuesday in 2013, please.

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And look! Right through here is the wine shop!

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Complete with cheese.

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Not colourful candles like I first thought.

The lovely stuff just goes on.

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And on.

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And on.

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And I almost forgot, the Bear made a friend!

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Well, he tried anyway.

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So we piddled around a good wee while,

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and scooted into the restaurant for a great lunch.

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Did I mention they have plants?

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And a delightfully rustic feel?

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And {special treat!} I got to take one of these crates home with me:

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And then I read that they were trendy on this blog, and felt really special for being ahead of the game. (Cos that’s usually my sister.)

Now. For the big finish, I feel a TT in Dassiesfontein wouldn’t be complete without some moody, black and white Fotografien, which is German for fotografias, which is Portuguese for фотоснимки, which is Russian for photographs.

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{As you see above, you can see more at www.dassies.co.za. And in case you’re wondering, this is not a paid post. The Dassies-folk don’t have a clue who I am. But I wouldn’t turn down some free stuff if they offered.}

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And dat was my fave.

I hope that was a Travelling Tuesday worth waiting for. Happy Tuesday! May the road rise to meet you wherever your reis, which is Dutch for 旅途 , which is Chinese for journey takes you next!

Now if I only knew why they named it Dassiesfontein, which is Afrikaans for… 🙂

xCC

It is Well with My Soul

There are days for me, when the sky is gray. One baby crying upstairs, the other crying downstairs, I find myself in the middle, thinking how much I’d rather be able to sit still than juggle.

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Sometimes, the daily grind tires my heart.

I imagine there are days for you. When your boss is angry. Your spouse is angry. Your heart is angry. Or just tired. And though He is Risen, you feel like you’re still in the tomb.

I find myself gray.

Then I read a story like this one, a mother who lost her young daughter, after a long battle, on Good Friday. And thankfulness for these boys of mine finds me again.

Perhaps you hear unemployment rates on the news. And thankfulness for a job greets you.

A single friend talks about the challenges she’s facing. And your spouse is rightly recognised as a gift from God.

I remembered this morning the story of Horatio Stafford, a friend to D.L. Moody, who lost a son, then all his investments, and then his four daughters to shipwreck. He travelled to England, to be reunited with his wife who’d survived, and on the journey his boat passed over the spot where the shipwreck took place and he wrote these words:

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way, When sorrows like sea billows roll; Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say, It is well, it is well, with my soul.
Refrain: It is well, with my soul, It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come, Let this blest assurance control, That Christ has regarded my helpless estate, And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
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My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought! My sin, not in part but the whole, Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more, Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
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For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live: If Jordan above me shall roll, No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.
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But, Lord, ‘tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait, The sky, not the grave, is our goal; Oh trump of the angel! Oh voice of the Lord! Blessèd hope, blessèd rest of my soul!
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And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight, The clouds be rolled back as a scroll; The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend, Even so, it is well with my soul.
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Stafford’s words are a powerful and convincing reminder to me: It doesn’t take too much looking to find a reason to say that it is well with your soul today, but when all else is lost, the very fact that He went to the Cross, and He is Risen is reason enough.

xCC