Travelling Tuesday: The Clever Badge is Back

So a few weeks ago, Laura Anne and Emilie earned the clever badge. LA shared hers online but I can’t find where she posted it. And alas, I formatted the dern thing a little funny and when Emilie printed it, it looked like this…

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Om…whoops. She emailed me to thank me for her “clever plaque.”

So, I hereby promise to reformat the jpeg before I send it to today’s winner(s) so that, if printed, it prints to be 5 x 5 inches of this gloriousness:

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If you win, you can enjoy this magical badge, print it out and wear it around like a superman cape. And you can set it as the desktop picture on your Mac or PC. And you can take a photo with the badge and email it to me and I’ll post it right here and we’ll do the hokey pokey and turn ourselves around. Because that’s what it’s all about.

So today, I’ve got a couple of challenges for you. First winner (or two or three if I’m feeling generous) gets a clever badge. And a spring in their step for the rest of the week, free of charge.

1. Can you name the place (and country) where this fantastic kitchen basks in its own colourful glory?

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If you poke around over here, you’ll be able to figure it out quickly.

But here’s the hard one.

2. These people are queueing outside the place where a famous very young person wrote a very famous diary. Can you name the city, the writer, and the book? Frankly, I’ll be impressed if you don’t need more hints.

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This is what things look like nearby:

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Good luck! Hope you can be clever! And I hope your Tuesday is going great!

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One more thing: I just want to make sure you all know that you can comment without having a website to insert right there in the comments section. You can use the comment with Facebook thing, or the regular one, and the only required field besides a name is an email address. And I ain’t gonna spam ya. Break a leg!

And PW is my new BFF

It was a quiet little Monday on this here frontier, as we gymed — I want that to be a verb, but it looks funny — planned, and started to do a little packing. Goodness gracious I am sentimental about some stuff and need to let it go!

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{Look! It’s me, happy when our stuff arrived here in Gordon’s Bay, all the way from Scotland…yay! It’s before I found out two plates and two bowls from our wedding china were broken and four more were chipped…boo! But look! I got back into those jeans last week…yay! But muffin top joined the reunion…booo!}

We are enjoying our time with Goo-Goo and Gammy, which means I am spending lots of time in the kitchen and I am really really enjoying it. My traditional repertoire is a little on the spicy side, so having HH’s sweet parentals down for two weeks forces me to break out of my spicy-as-an-occasional-substitute-for-taste habits and try some new things.

So far I’ve added Lemon-Caper Chicken and Lemon Risotto to the playbook. {They brought me lemons from Bloemfontein and I’m putting them to good use!} Rest assured I didn’t precisely follow those recipes. (Have I told you I’m allergic to precisely following recipes?) And I made an avocado-base pizza with roasted peppers and barbecue chicken. And mozzarella. Totally from scratch. Even the dough. My superwoman t-shirt arrives on Thursday.

And Pioneer Woman coached me on the pizza dough, and had a couple of other suggestions for me, which is why she’s my new best friend. Even though she’s busy with a new cooking show coming up, and keeping her awesome blog hopping, and signing cookbooks, and taking pretty pictures, and talking ’bout her dog, and whatever else is happening on the ranch, she still helped me out with another recipe or two for this week, and I just think that’s great. I might e’en cook some beef with some beer tomorrow.

So. I don’t have too much profound food-for-thought this Monday evening. But here are three things in case you just need this post to have a higher word count, like I do:

1. Baby Blake was a super-sweetie-pie at the dedication. And the Bear behaved himself rather well, too! Such life-giving words and prayers were spoken over him. It was lekker.

2. Hero Hubs posted a pretty new photo at Quiver Tree. Maybe you can mosey on over there and take a gander. And maybe it belongs on your fridge. Maybe I’m just chit-chatting.

3. I got a really bad perm in the fifth grade. Going through pictures today, I realised I repeated the mistake around the time I finished my first Master’s Degree. It’s good to learn from your mistakes. Instead of repeating them.

I bet Pioneer Woman would’ve stopped me.

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Dedication

This darlingpreciousangelpumpkin is being dedicated to the Lord at our church today.

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I could insert a theologically diverting conversation here about why we’ve chosen a “dedication” instead of a christening or an infant baptism, but to be honest with you I don’t think that’s gonna be the number one question on the Lord’s mind when we get to the pearly gates.

So let’s just say we’re committing as parents to raise this little one to know the Lord. And we’re happy that people around us we love and care about are committing to help and to hold us accountable. (You’re welcome to join on that party even if you’re not here!)

Though the pastor today probably won’t have a Britney mike, {Hey, Perry!} we do still have this special blankie that Gammy’s mother knitted! See, this is when we dedicated the Bear in Edinburgh:

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And look how he’s turned out!

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So it’s this one’s turn tomorrow!

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Wish me luck!

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Because If I Don’t Tell You, You Won’t Know

I occasionally freak out. I recently discovered that I can get so weighed down under stress I feel like I might be sick. I crack my fingers (the way other people crack their knuckles) when I’m thinking, I comfort eat too often, and I am probably addicted to q-tips. (Not Q-Tip, the rapper, but the things you use to clean your ears. Just to clarify.)

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And these days, every once in a while, though I’m doing a decent job of playing it cool, the mountains looming in front of us feel big. I sit across from Hero Hubs at Wimpy, where we drink a coffee and share a donut, and I stare at him with big, bewildered eyes, and he holds me steady with a phrase he’s been saying since our dating days:

God’s got us.

But I realise if I don’t tell you that this walk of faith doesn’t always look like me sitting on a sunny patch of grass somewhere pondering a proverb while both my boys are peacefully napping and fresh-baked cookies are cooling on a rack, you just won’t know. And the whisper might come your way that everyone else can handle stress, financial hardship, motherhood, or whatever life throws them without freaking out, except you.

And that’s a lie from the pit.

I had a deep conversation with a good friend recently where I shared a bit about some of the mountains we’re facing and trusting God to scale. When I told her that financially we weren’t really sure how this upcoming move was going to come together (though we trust that it will) and that we were in a hard place, she responded in a way I didn’t expect. She said “I’d be mad if I found out you were in a difficult situation and there was something I could’ve done to help but you didn’t tell me.”

It struck me as a completely logical statement, though I’d never thought of it that way before.

You see, the Hubs and I have raised our own support to do the ministry we’ve been doing here in South Africa, and before that in Scotland. Though a part of our support will come from Global Impact when he transitions to the new job in the US, we’ll still be raising support in order to reach a reasonable salary for his work. And after six years on the mission field, it sometimes gets harder to ask, rather than easier.

Even though it’s a calling, and developing a partnership team to help make your ministry possible is a part of the calling, it’s also a challenge, and sometimes it’s just plain hard. My emotions are as mixed up as the Bear’s toss-it-all-in toy box sometimes, when I’m just preparing to write a newsletter or make a phone call.

But it seems to me that this is a part of the process the Lord has been taking me on for a while. He says something, or does something, or somehow helps me through something. I share it with you, and it seems like the Lord is using it in both our lives, and that’s encouraging. I share because I think if I’m there, or I’ve been there, someone else probably is or has been, too. And then you’re kind enough to confirm my suspicions, and that sure is nice.

So there are two things I want to tell you today, because I’ve been reminded that if I don’t tell you, you won’t know. And I don’t want to make you mad because I didn’t tell you.

1. I freak out, too. Wherever you are and whatever you’re struggling through right now, know that you’re not alone. Be encouraged that life isn’t about always getting everything just right, and Motherhood isn’t graded on a curve. Everybody occasionally walks through circumstances that bring out a big, scared, stare-at-the-ceiling-how-the-heck-am-I-gonna-survive-this cry. And if you’re anything like me, and you like to “put your best face forward” please, please remember that you’ve gotta let your guard down sometimes. Be honest when it’s hard. Share. Bare that big beautiful soul.

And now, I shall follow my own advice.

2. We’re about to make a transcontinental move. Some doors are closing. Other doors are opening. The ones that are opening are on the other side of an ocean. It’s going to cost money we don’t have yet, but we are confident that God is going to provide. If you want to be a part of helping this missionary head to a new field, right at home, and bring her Legal Alien and little ones with her, it would be a blessing, indeed. You can find out the details for how to do so right here.

3. If you’re the praying kind, can I ask for your prayers? This transition sometimes feels like a fight on every front. It’s a spiritual battle. It’s an emotional struggle. It’s a financial challenge. We want to love and honour our parents, bless our children, and above all follow the Lord. Pray however you feel directed. We trust that as our prayers meet God’s power, God will make a way.

Whew. Glad I got that off my chest. So. Wanna go bake some cookies?

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One Day at a Time

Sometimes the road ahead looms long in front of me…and though I am celebrating the good that has come my way, I still feel like a marathon runner, on mile 23, facing an uphill I’m not sure I’m ready for.

Are you ever painfully aware of your weakness?

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There are times when I look at the road ahead, and I recognise it’s the kind of road that can only be travelled one step at a time, one day at a time. Whether it’s the long road of parenthood, or the short uphill of a big move, being, by nature more of a sprinter, I struggle, wanting to hurry up and cross the finish line. But keeping a healthy pace is the only way to make it. When I think about it, I’m more aware than ever, only by the grace of God can I make it through.

And He has said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for power is perfected in weakness.” Most gladly, therefore, I will rather boast about my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may dwell in me. {2 Cor. 2:9}

That is, the mystery which has been hidden from the {past} ages and generations, but has now been manifested to His saints, to whom God willed to make known what is the riches of the glory of this mystery among the Gentiles, which is Christ in you, the hope of glory. {Col. 1:26-27}

Be encouraged if you’re not “feeling strong” today. To walk this road, you don’t have to be.

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