I take a "spin" class twice a week these days. At 5:30 on Monday and Wednesday mornings, approximately 25 sleep-deprived gym rats sweat to dance music on stationary bikes. It is actually fun. I enjoy most of the music and the instructor provides encouragement and various challenges to maximize the workout.
This morning, she said something that she has said a million times before, but this time, it transcended "bike wisdom" and became fodder for thought for me.
"Resistance creates stability", she chirped. The bikes have small knobs or cranks which when turned to the right, creates more resistance, and therefore a more difficult bike ride. She often has us simulate climbing hills through the use of the crank.
She always reminds us that this same crank, when used correctly, can disallow riders to sway or bounce due to the added resistance. I have always thought the cheerful "bounce" I employ to go through life added to my charm, but clearly, this instructor is not impressed.
Resistance DOES add stability. James 1 tells us that we should "rejoice...whenever we face trials (resistance) of many kinds for the testing of our faith develops perseverance (stability)."
Crank it up, my friends, or at least rejoice when God allows life to add resistance to your journey. Eventually, when we embrace (or rejoice in) it, it will make us more stable.
Enjoy the ride!
:) Amberly
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Oh, Oh, Oh It's Magic
My husband and I joined some friends at Hollywood's Magic Castle this weekend.
The Magic Castle is a nightclub/ entertainment venue based on magic. We saw a close-up magician, an illusionist, and a mentalist. The shows were amazing.
The mentalist blew my mind. It was creepy/ amazing/ cool to see him at work and I was honored when I got to be part of the show. He asked for volunteers in the audience who had big purses. I have always had the spiritual gift of giant purse, so I was an easy choice.
He placed an unbent spoon in the purse of various audience members. After a stage show, he asked all of us to remove the spoon from our purses. It was a dramatic and powerful moment...and I blew it.
I lost the spoon at the bottom of my purse. Lost it, as in "cannot find it despite the fact that I used a flashlight to find it" lost it. Ugh.
After the moment came and went, I eventually located said spoon.
My overabundance of "stuff" clouded the experience.
It is not just my purse that struggles. Sometimes, the abundance of material possessions in our house, car, yard, and places of employment can overwhelm. Sometimes, despite ALL of my trips to donate to Goodwill, I miss "life" trying to organize, dust, pick up, recycle, and find room for "stuff".
I also struggle when I overfill my calendar. My spiritual and personal life suffers when I try to do too much. My kids and husband get lost in translation when I attempt to maximize the amount of "stuff" we do.
I want to reduce my stress and stuff. I am ready...wanna join me? Let's do some magic...and make our surplus disappear.
Amberly
The Magic Castle is a nightclub/ entertainment venue based on magic. We saw a close-up magician, an illusionist, and a mentalist. The shows were amazing.
The mentalist blew my mind. It was creepy/ amazing/ cool to see him at work and I was honored when I got to be part of the show. He asked for volunteers in the audience who had big purses. I have always had the spiritual gift of giant purse, so I was an easy choice.
He placed an unbent spoon in the purse of various audience members. After a stage show, he asked all of us to remove the spoon from our purses. It was a dramatic and powerful moment...and I blew it.
I lost the spoon at the bottom of my purse. Lost it, as in "cannot find it despite the fact that I used a flashlight to find it" lost it. Ugh.
After the moment came and went, I eventually located said spoon.
My overabundance of "stuff" clouded the experience.
It is not just my purse that struggles. Sometimes, the abundance of material possessions in our house, car, yard, and places of employment can overwhelm. Sometimes, despite ALL of my trips to donate to Goodwill, I miss "life" trying to organize, dust, pick up, recycle, and find room for "stuff".
I also struggle when I overfill my calendar. My spiritual and personal life suffers when I try to do too much. My kids and husband get lost in translation when I attempt to maximize the amount of "stuff" we do.
I want to reduce my stress and stuff. I am ready...wanna join me? Let's do some magic...and make our surplus disappear.
Amberly
Friday, July 20, 2012
In the Snooze
I cannot wait.
After five days away, my husband is coming home from a music conference in Indiana.
I don't sleep well when he is gone. I hear noises in the house that never bother me. I miss his snore (do not tell him). I slept beautifully by myself for 22 years, but now, after 20 years of marriage, I am ruined.
The problem is this: I focus on the one who is missing instead of the One who never leaves.
The book of Isaiah reminds me: "You will keep in perfect peace those whose minds are steadfast, because they trust in you. (26:3)."
I am ready for some perfect peace. Heck, I would settle for semi-perfect or flawed peace at this point.
Sleep sweet, my friend. I know I will :)
Amberly
After five days away, my husband is coming home from a music conference in Indiana.
I don't sleep well when he is gone. I hear noises in the house that never bother me. I miss his snore (do not tell him). I slept beautifully by myself for 22 years, but now, after 20 years of marriage, I am ruined.
The problem is this: I focus on the one who is missing instead of the One who never leaves.
The book of Isaiah reminds me: "You will keep in perfect peace those whose minds are steadfast, because they trust in you. (26:3)."
I am ready for some perfect peace. Heck, I would settle for semi-perfect or flawed peace at this point.
Sleep sweet, my friend. I know I will :)
Amberly
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Highlights with the Most High
We just returned from a great week at camp. In a few days, we leave for two and a half more weeks of camp. I love being a camp speaker, but love the time with my kids even more.
They are finally old enough to enjoy "free time" the camp offers without the need for my constant supervision. Once they are sunblocked, given the "be good and have fun" lecture, and prayed for, they are OFF. Judah loves to read and swim; Josiah loves to swing on tire swing and dive into the lake.
I like to rest, read, and take hikes.
My favorite part, however, is the time that we reconnect and talk about the time away. Judah weaves a wild and wonderful tale (I wonder where she gets THAT from!) and Josiah sticks to the highlights. I love to listen to their banter, their giggles, and their hearts.
That must be how God feels when I slow down long enough to tell Him about my day. Of course, He was THERE when everything happened, but the fact that I share my heart with Him must please Him immensely. I don't do it enough. I get so busy with my "to do" lists and prayer requests (which are important), but fail to just "be" with the One who created the day I just enjoyed.
Will you commit with me to share your heart with God today?
Blessings! Amberly
Monday, July 2, 2012
Wii Will Rock You
After weeks of being out of town and/ or busy with Fine Arts camp (thus the reason for no new blogs -sorry), we finally had a day off.
I did laundry, Scott did some work at school, and the kids watched mindless t.v. and played on the Wii. Overall, I do not like the system because it displays a complete void of sportsmanship in my kids. Ugh.
I do like the little "mii"s though. They are the mini- avatars that one can create to reflect oneself and/or the likeness of others. We have created characters from Star Wars, the Incredibles, Harry Potter, and Disney, but my favorites are the personal ones. We had the opportunity to create our Mii by choosing face shape, eyes colors, height, weight, favorite hues, and hairstyle. My Mii is beautiful. It may not look like me, but by golly, I am going to stick that story!!! We have spent hours creating these little creatures, sometimes with instructions, and sometimes with only our imaginations.
As God is "knitting us together in the womb", it must be amazing to "form" a person. I need to remember that I am not some random grouping of DNA info., but instead, a "fearfully and wonderfully made" creation. I need to treat my body like the artwork that it is (Ephesians 2:10). I need to thank God for my body, even when it has aches and pains. I need to take the time to thank God for making me.
For what do YOU need to give thanks and act accordingly?
I need to get back to my chores. I may even fit a Wii bowling tournament in!!!
Do, Re, Mii...
Amberly
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Pack Mule
I hate packing. I love to travel, but I despise the arduous process of preparing the suitcases.
Making sure all sundries are filled.
Deciding on outfits (what if I have a surprise photo shoot, it hails in Arizona in July, or I land on Survivor Island... will I be prepared?)
The jewelry. The shoes. The hair accessories. The products. The potions. And this is just the list for my KIDS' stuff. ARRRGH!
I do not, however, hate checking my bags. I did not always feel this way. I used to be THAT PERSON who attempted to fit a Hyundai into a carry-on suitcase. I would carry my purse, my computer bag, and then then over-stuffed carry-on which fit into the upper compartment only with the use of Crisco, chicken wire, and prayer.
Although the new airline fees deter me a bit, the idea of handing my baggage over to a responsible person is actually quite a relief (do you see where I am going with this?)
We are not meant to carry around our baggage, whether it be emotional, spiritual, or physical. We are designed and encouraged by Jesus to "Come to me, all you who are weary and heavy burdened and I will give you rest".
He can be trusted with our "stuff". He will not lose it, redirect it erroneously to Detroit, nor damage it. He will carry it for us and lighten our load and, with gentleness, will help us get rid of those things we can do without: our fears, our lack of faith, our hurts, our shame.
I am ready to leave my stuff at the feet of Jesus...are you?
Our family leaves for Washington D.C. in a few days. I will keep you updated on our trip.
By the way, I am already packed. :)
Amberly
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Side WALK
It all started with signs advertising a book sale.
The only thing that makes me salivate more than fresh baked bread is the idea of a book sale. I love books. My family loves books. I find myself teetering between frustration and pride when I catch my kids, AGAIN, in the act of pretending to be asleep and instead, reading a good book.
So, you can imagine my giddiness at the idea of a book sale in my neighborhood.
I got up early on Saturday morning to go to the gym. I thought I might work out and then come home, shower, and get ready before rousing the troops to join me for said book sale.
They were all up. I changed my mind and suggested that I would jog to the book sale (2.25 miles away) and they could meet me there.
It was a perfect plan. I was almost out the door when my son asked if he could join me. I agreed. I knew he might slow me down (no disrespect intended; he is just eight), but I would not miss the chance to jog/ walk together.
We were about halfway there when he said, "I love this. I really enjoy your company."
Wow. I teared up before the words left his mouth.
We were almost there when he began to complain about his foot. I offered to carry him (which I did), but soon grew weary. We gingerly walked the last 1/4 mile.
When we arrived, my husband and daughter were standing over eight boxes of books. That is all. Eight boxes. Small book boxes, mind you. It took me longer to tie my shoes than it did to peruse the entirety of the collection. Ugh.
My husband said, "Ooooh. I knew you would be disappointed that you had traveled that distance and found only a measley number of books."
I was disappointed in the book sale, but not in the time. Josiah and I really had a good time, talking about music, Harry Potter, Legos, calories, and God. There was nothing monumental, just a slice of time to spend time with one another.
One might draw a parallel between that walk and a walk with Jesus. I want to follow Jesus where He is going. I want Him to carry me when I grow weary. I want to enjoy His company and have Him enjoy mine. I want to be less concerned about the destination and/or pay-off and more concerned with the connection.
Such connection would be better than a book sale ANY DAY...
Blessings! Amberly
The only thing that makes me salivate more than fresh baked bread is the idea of a book sale. I love books. My family loves books. I find myself teetering between frustration and pride when I catch my kids, AGAIN, in the act of pretending to be asleep and instead, reading a good book.
So, you can imagine my giddiness at the idea of a book sale in my neighborhood.
I got up early on Saturday morning to go to the gym. I thought I might work out and then come home, shower, and get ready before rousing the troops to join me for said book sale.
They were all up. I changed my mind and suggested that I would jog to the book sale (2.25 miles away) and they could meet me there.
It was a perfect plan. I was almost out the door when my son asked if he could join me. I agreed. I knew he might slow me down (no disrespect intended; he is just eight), but I would not miss the chance to jog/ walk together.
We were about halfway there when he said, "I love this. I really enjoy your company."
Wow. I teared up before the words left his mouth.
We were almost there when he began to complain about his foot. I offered to carry him (which I did), but soon grew weary. We gingerly walked the last 1/4 mile.
When we arrived, my husband and daughter were standing over eight boxes of books. That is all. Eight boxes. Small book boxes, mind you. It took me longer to tie my shoes than it did to peruse the entirety of the collection. Ugh.
My husband said, "Ooooh. I knew you would be disappointed that you had traveled that distance and found only a measley number of books."
I was disappointed in the book sale, but not in the time. Josiah and I really had a good time, talking about music, Harry Potter, Legos, calories, and God. There was nothing monumental, just a slice of time to spend time with one another.
One might draw a parallel between that walk and a walk with Jesus. I want to follow Jesus where He is going. I want Him to carry me when I grow weary. I want to enjoy His company and have Him enjoy mine. I want to be less concerned about the destination and/or pay-off and more concerned with the connection.
Such connection would be better than a book sale ANY DAY...
Blessings! Amberly
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
On pins and needles
I hate when my feet go to sleep...
Sometimes, after grading papers or working on the computer for any length of time, I begin to feel the sensation of pins and needles creeping up my leg.
The science books will credit a lack of blood circulation for this phenomenon. All I have to remedy it is get up and let the blood flow to the neglected parts.
There are parts of my spiritual life that are suffering from a little neglect these days. Although I am not feeling the sensation of pins and needles in my heart, I know that I need to be spending more time in God's Word and listening. I am disallowing a natural flow of God's truth and blocking blessings.
Will you stand up with me and take some extra time this week to stay connected to God?
Walk in His truth and know the blessings will flow.
Amberly
Sometimes, after grading papers or working on the computer for any length of time, I begin to feel the sensation of pins and needles creeping up my leg.
The science books will credit a lack of blood circulation for this phenomenon. All I have to remedy it is get up and let the blood flow to the neglected parts.
There are parts of my spiritual life that are suffering from a little neglect these days. Although I am not feeling the sensation of pins and needles in my heart, I know that I need to be spending more time in God's Word and listening. I am disallowing a natural flow of God's truth and blocking blessings.
Will you stand up with me and take some extra time this week to stay connected to God?
Walk in His truth and know the blessings will flow.
Amberly
Monday, May 21, 2012
Top of the Monday to ya!
It was one of those days.
I will spare you the details, but it started at 5:00 with a cycling class that boosted my prayer life ("God, please let my live through this class") One of the participants left the class early; I thought it was because the rigor was too great.
Nope. The class was "too easy". It seems she was bored.
Bored? Are you kidding me? Mind you, this is only my third attempt at the class, but the constant change in pace, resistence, and 80's songs are enough to make me look like an Oompa Loompa by the end. It is exhausting.
And just when I start to get comfortable, the insructor has us turn the resistence knob on the bike to make it harder, burn more calories, and build our muscles and stamina.
Some people think the Christian life is easy, boring, and uninspiring.
Wrong answer. Jesus said, "I have come that they might have life and have it to the full". A life lived for God is never boring, often exhausting, and always purposeful.
And just when it gets "comfortable", God often turns up the resistence to make us stronger.
I am going to try to class again on Wednesday, but if that woman leaves again, I may have to sit on her just so she doesn't leave disappointed. :)
Big wheels keep on turning...
Amberly
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Will you marry me?
Well, tomorrow marks 20 years of married life for Scott and me.
20 years. That is crazy sauce.
I am a different person than I was 20 years ago; I am heavier. I have more wrinkles. I snore.
In addition, I know more about myself than I did as a young bride. And cooking. And sacrificial love. And forgiveness. And friendship. And laughter.
And I understand more about God's faithfulness to me. When I am too busy. When I am lonely. When I have a second serving of pasta. Or third. When I sleep in instead of spend time with him. When I treat another unfairly. When I say something in anger. When I spend more money than I should. When I withhold money that I could give away to one in need. God is faithful.
Am I thankful for Scott? You bet your sweet bippies.
Am I thankful for 20 years of wedded existence? Indeed.
Am I more thankful that we serve a God who loves us more than we love one another? Bingo
Happy anniversary, my love. How about 80 more?
Amberly
20 years. That is crazy sauce.
I am a different person than I was 20 years ago; I am heavier. I have more wrinkles. I snore.
In addition, I know more about myself than I did as a young bride. And cooking. And sacrificial love. And forgiveness. And friendship. And laughter.
And I understand more about God's faithfulness to me. When I am too busy. When I am lonely. When I have a second serving of pasta. Or third. When I sleep in instead of spend time with him. When I treat another unfairly. When I say something in anger. When I spend more money than I should. When I withhold money that I could give away to one in need. God is faithful.
Am I thankful for Scott? You bet your sweet bippies.
Am I thankful for 20 years of wedded existence? Indeed.
Am I more thankful that we serve a God who loves us more than we love one another? Bingo
Happy anniversary, my love. How about 80 more?
Amberly
Monday, May 14, 2012
PURSEonality
I apologize in advance to my male readers :)
Some women are obsessed with designer purses. Although I appreciate beautiful bags, I only carry purses that could hold the equivalent of a toddler. I always carry much more than I need (much to the chagrin of my back), but the worst part is the organization of said luggage.
My friend, Kathi Lipp, challenged me and my readers to clean out our purses. Please read below and show off your PURSEonality. Have fun and let me know if you win!
Some women are obsessed with designer purses. Although I appreciate beautiful bags, I only carry purses that could hold the equivalent of a toddler. I always carry much more than I need (much to the chagrin of my back), but the worst part is the organization of said luggage.
My friend, Kathi Lipp, challenged me and my readers to clean out our purses. Please read below and show off your PURSEonality. Have fun and let me know if you win!
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Posted: 24 Apr 2012 11:36 AM PDT
In honor of my new book, THE GET YOURSELF ORGANIZED PROJECT, I want to help you get your life together, and I want to start with your handbag…
I’ve always known the truth: the bigger your purse, the smaller your butt looks.
But with a large purse come the ability to fill it to the tippy top with a back breaking amount of “stuff”.
I knew I had issues when I casually mentioned to Roger, “I wish they had purses with wheels on them.” His reply, “They do. They’re called suitcases – and you have a problem.”
I would love for you to have the feeling that wherever you go, you are not weighed down by “stuff”.
Here’s my super-speedy way of cleaning out my bag. I simply take my purse and dump it out into a plastic grocery bag. I sort the dump into Put Away, Put Back, and (in this case) Throw Away.
Put Away
Anything I want to keep that doesn’t belong in my purse gets put away. This is also when I go through receipts I’ve carefully placed in my wallet (or, more likely, the ones I’ve quickly thrown into my purse…) and random notes or other pieces of paper. If you’re away from home while you’re sorting, just put these items into another bag to put away when you get home. And when you get home, put them away in the right spot.
Put Back
If it belongs in your purse, go ahead and put it back into your purse.
Throw Away
Anything that’s left over in your plastic grocery bag (food wrappers, cash receipts you don’t care about, and so on,) is now garbage that gets recycled or thrown away.
The beauty of the grocery-bag organizing system is that you can do it anywhere, anytime. Just grab a grocery bag and start sorting while you’re waiting for your kids to get out of band practice or while you’re on the phone with your mom.
Clean it Up
Give your purse a good shake and get out any stray bits, crumbs etc. I’ve even used a hand held vacuum to really get the bag clean.
Label It and Put It Away
Assign a spot for everything that belongs in your purse, bag, or backpack. I use three zippered pouches. Everything goes into one of those three pouches or into your wallet (or in rare cases, onto your key chain). The fewer items you place in your purse, the easier it is to know what’s in there.
Wallet. I recommend you keep in your wallet only cash, receipts, checkbook, and credit, debit, and gift cards.
Pouch 1: Makeup bag
Pouch 2: Emergency kit
Pouch 3: Change
Other Things to Keep in Your Bag
Keep It Up
If I sort through the items in my purse once a week, it really is easy to stay on top of it. It takes only a couple of minutes to keep it up.
Do you have to do it exactly like this? No. I just want you to have a clean purse that is functional and doesn’t give you a hernia. So tell me here in the comments that you cleaned out your purse by May 18th (and I’d love to hear what the strangest thing you found in there was!), and here is what you could win:
 
One winner will receive this beautiful Vera Bradley tote on the left filled with Kathi’s entire collection of books
And FIVE winners will receive my FAVORITE tote ever: The “My Husband is a Hottie” bad filled with all of my books!
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Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Crickets...
I decided to start blogging to practice my writing and hopefully, bless some people in the process.
I have fooled myself into thinking that I might even gain a large following. I clearly need to watch less "Julie and Julia"...
If the blog software can be trusted, no one has viewed my last few blogs. I have even failed to get my husband to register as a subscriber.
It is a good thing that it doesn't matter to me...YEAH RIGHT!
I do care what people think. I do notice when people "like" my Facebook post, give me compliments, and ask my opinion on things.
It is a trap, however. Proverbs 29:25 reminds me that "the fear of man will prove to be a snare, but whoever trusts in the Lord will be safe."
I need to keep my eyes on Jesus, the only ONE who should matter.
As I pursue "Joy to Go", I need to keep my priorities straight even if no one is watching...or reading.
God's blessings on your week.
Amberly
Sunday, May 6, 2012
Mrs. Clean?
I hate to clean. I love the feeling of BEING in a clean space, but the process is less than inspiring to me. I love walking into my room when it welcomes me with something other than yesterday's socks on the floor.
We had a garage sale this weekend. It was not only to raise funds, but also to purge our garage a bit and add some organization to it. I love when the pathway around the stuff in the garage is clear and I can actually FIND the things for which I venture into the garage.
The next few weeks, my plan is to add some organization to other parts of my life as well. I have lost my Kindle and am determined to locate it, but as I do, I keep finding other areas that need my attention.
The first stage includes switching winter and summer clothes.
The second stage includes selling some stuff on Craigslist.
The third stage is to clean out my purse and car. On May 15, my plan is to join some friends of mine and do "National Clean Purse Day". Any of my readers who join me will be entered to win a $50 Barnes and Noble Gift Card. In addition, all blog readers who do the “National Clean Purse Day” project, and go to Kathi Lipp's blog to post about it by May 15, will be entered to win a Vera Bradley tote filled with Kathi’s books, and 5 more blog followers will be entered to win a “My Husband is a Hottie” tote filled with all five of Kathi’s books.
Winning would be fun, but it will give you more to clean...sorry. :)
Wanna join me in organizing?
Amberly
We had a garage sale this weekend. It was not only to raise funds, but also to purge our garage a bit and add some organization to it. I love when the pathway around the stuff in the garage is clear and I can actually FIND the things for which I venture into the garage.
The next few weeks, my plan is to add some organization to other parts of my life as well. I have lost my Kindle and am determined to locate it, but as I do, I keep finding other areas that need my attention.
The first stage includes switching winter and summer clothes.
The second stage includes selling some stuff on Craigslist.
The third stage is to clean out my purse and car. On May 15, my plan is to join some friends of mine and do "National Clean Purse Day". Any of my readers who join me will be entered to win a $50 Barnes and Noble Gift Card. In addition, all blog readers who do the “National Clean Purse Day” project, and go to Kathi Lipp's blog to post about it by May 15, will be entered to win a Vera Bradley tote filled with Kathi’s books, and 5 more blog followers will be entered to win a “My Husband is a Hottie” tote filled with all five of Kathi’s books.
Winning would be fun, but it will give you more to clean...sorry. :)
Wanna join me in organizing?
Amberly
Monday, April 30, 2012
Thanks A LOT
On Sunday, a group of friends and I packed about 50 lunches and headed downtown to find homeless people.
We stopped at the first place and, sadly, found ourselves disappointed that we ran out of people before we ran out of lunches (the irony was not lost on us!). People seemed genuinely thankful, though.
We stopped at various parks, with limited success.
We finally drove down streets and stopped people to ask if they needed a lunch. When we had only a few lunches left, I saw a man sitting on the curb with his head between his knees. I stopped and asked if he needed a lunch. He seemed really pleased. When I turned back around from the car with his lunch, there were four more people who had heard my question. I did not see them before. I only had one bag left, so I grabbed it. My friend Megin grabbed some water and carrots and followed me.
One of the men grew belligerent. He discovered that I did not have enough lunches for him. He said, "You got me all excited and then you don't have anything (although he took water). I want to cry. God bless you FOR NOTHING." He even refused the offer of a package of carrots.
We left deflated. We left disappointed. And frankly, I was a little mad.
I was frustrated by the audacity of that man. He brought us NOTHING. He deserved NOTHING. He got a bottle of water. He threw a tantrum and refused that which we had to offer, albeit small.
I have done the same thing with God. I have thrown a "tantrum" when I do not get that which I think I "deserve" or should get. I bring NOTHING to the table, yet have the audacity to turn up my nose to the things God graciously offers. He provides everything and lovingly shares that which I need.
Ouch.
If I am to have Joy to Go, I best be thankful for everything I am given and even the things I am not...
Beggars can't be choosers. But by God's grace, they can come to the Banquet in Glory anyway.
Amberly
We stopped at the first place and, sadly, found ourselves disappointed that we ran out of people before we ran out of lunches (the irony was not lost on us!). People seemed genuinely thankful, though.
We stopped at various parks, with limited success.
We finally drove down streets and stopped people to ask if they needed a lunch. When we had only a few lunches left, I saw a man sitting on the curb with his head between his knees. I stopped and asked if he needed a lunch. He seemed really pleased. When I turned back around from the car with his lunch, there were four more people who had heard my question. I did not see them before. I only had one bag left, so I grabbed it. My friend Megin grabbed some water and carrots and followed me.
One of the men grew belligerent. He discovered that I did not have enough lunches for him. He said, "You got me all excited and then you don't have anything (although he took water). I want to cry. God bless you FOR NOTHING." He even refused the offer of a package of carrots.
We left deflated. We left disappointed. And frankly, I was a little mad.
I was frustrated by the audacity of that man. He brought us NOTHING. He deserved NOTHING. He got a bottle of water. He threw a tantrum and refused that which we had to offer, albeit small.
I have done the same thing with God. I have thrown a "tantrum" when I do not get that which I think I "deserve" or should get. I bring NOTHING to the table, yet have the audacity to turn up my nose to the things God graciously offers. He provides everything and lovingly shares that which I need.
Ouch.
If I am to have Joy to Go, I best be thankful for everything I am given and even the things I am not...
Beggars can't be choosers. But by God's grace, they can come to the Banquet in Glory anyway.
Amberly
Sunday, April 29, 2012
Joy Party
I love parties.
Recently, we were invited to a gala/ birthday party/ benefit in Hollywood. It was hosted by a friend from high school and he is in the entertainment business. His guests included: Tony award winners, Emmy award winning actors, performers, producers, directors, Hugh Hefnerites, recording artists, and two dorky Bakersfield yahoos.
It was so fun to dress up. It was so fun to stand next to my very handsome husband in his tux. It was great to celebrate my high school friend, see others from my past, and rub shoulders with the elite. However, I have NEVER been so thankful to take off shoes in all my born days!
Hanging around stars does not make me a celebrity. Wearing fancy clothes does not make me a Tony award winner. Wearing beautiful, albeit crippling, shoes does not give me a Hollywood address.
Such connections are moot, but sharing company with the joyful CAN, however, increase one's joy.
Are you feeling empty? Deflated? Even a little sad?
I highly recommend group therapy. Not necessarily the kind with a professional facilitator (although that may help), but instead, surrounding oneself with a support system. Not people who will allow you to wallow in self-pity by bashing others or gossiping, but instead, find others who have joy grounded in Christ and ask for some help.
If we are going to take "Joy to Go", we need to seek the face of God and ask for support from others. It may not be easy or comfortable, but it will be well worth the journey.
And fortunately, it does not have to include uncomfortable shoes.
Walk on,
Amberly
Recently, we were invited to a gala/ birthday party/ benefit in Hollywood. It was hosted by a friend from high school and he is in the entertainment business. His guests included: Tony award winners, Emmy award winning actors, performers, producers, directors, Hugh Hefnerites, recording artists, and two dorky Bakersfield yahoos.
It was so fun to dress up. It was so fun to stand next to my very handsome husband in his tux. It was great to celebrate my high school friend, see others from my past, and rub shoulders with the elite. However, I have NEVER been so thankful to take off shoes in all my born days!
Hanging around stars does not make me a celebrity. Wearing fancy clothes does not make me a Tony award winner. Wearing beautiful, albeit crippling, shoes does not give me a Hollywood address.
Such connections are moot, but sharing company with the joyful CAN, however, increase one's joy.
Are you feeling empty? Deflated? Even a little sad?
I highly recommend group therapy. Not necessarily the kind with a professional facilitator (although that may help), but instead, surrounding oneself with a support system. Not people who will allow you to wallow in self-pity by bashing others or gossiping, but instead, find others who have joy grounded in Christ and ask for some help.
If we are going to take "Joy to Go", we need to seek the face of God and ask for support from others. It may not be easy or comfortable, but it will be well worth the journey.
And fortunately, it does not have to include uncomfortable shoes.
Walk on,
Amberly
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Epic Blog Fail
I am a bad, bad blogger...
Please forgive the egregious black hole of entries over the past two weeks. I finished my half marathon and then went right into the final week of production of "Sound of Music" at Bakersfield Christian High School.
At the other end, I am, well, exhausted. But in a good way.
I watched my daughter shine, my husband's vision for a great high school production come to fruition, and my son eat his way through yet another growth spurt.
I also had 1000 papers to grade. I had a student at the University at which I teach submit a paper that was high in unoriginality. When I questioned the student about it, this person admitted to "just wanting to get done". Have you ever felt that way? Have you ever just wanted to rush through the "stuff" of life so life could truly begin?
I do not want to live life that way. I want to have "joy to go" through my day, through my heart, through my relationships, but when it gets busy, it also becomes more hard to stay true to that sentiment.
How can I remind myself to relish every moment?
Any ideas?
Amberly
Please forgive the egregious black hole of entries over the past two weeks. I finished my half marathon and then went right into the final week of production of "Sound of Music" at Bakersfield Christian High School.
At the other end, I am, well, exhausted. But in a good way.
I watched my daughter shine, my husband's vision for a great high school production come to fruition, and my son eat his way through yet another growth spurt.
I also had 1000 papers to grade. I had a student at the University at which I teach submit a paper that was high in unoriginality. When I questioned the student about it, this person admitted to "just wanting to get done". Have you ever felt that way? Have you ever just wanted to rush through the "stuff" of life so life could truly begin?
I do not want to live life that way. I want to have "joy to go" through my day, through my heart, through my relationships, but when it gets busy, it also becomes more hard to stay true to that sentiment.
How can I remind myself to relish every moment?
Any ideas?
Amberly
Monday, April 9, 2012
It's All About the BLING
Well, I successfully completed my first half marathon on Saturday. I walked 13.1 miles through hills, past three Starbucks, with people attempting to break world records, around photographers, and alongside six Elvi (that is the plural of Elvis), and all under 3 and a half hours.
I kept apologizing to my walking partner, Debbie when I lost the desire to jog about an hour in. My body is not used to running downhill; my shins, back, and feet were already beginning to tire. She kept reminding me that the goal was just to finish. And finish we did.
We crossed the finish line. Our names were announced over the loudspeaker and we received our HUGE rewards. They were rap-star sized star medals that might need to be filed as deadly weapons in certain circles. It was fatigue intermingled with elation.
My family, who wrote encouraging notes for me to read while on the 13.1 miles, greeted me at the door with squeals and cheers. But when they saw the medal, they gasped. It was fun to put it on and relive the moment of receiving it over again.
I admit it. I am shallow. I love rewards. I loved sticker charts as a kid. I love pay bonuses for a job well done. I love thank you notes and hugs. I love celebration dinners (too much, thus the need to start training for a half marathon!).
I thought it so perfect that the next day was Easter. What a perfect juxtaposition! Jesus "ran" the ultimate race on our behalf. His only rewards were to fulfill the will of God and reconcile un unholy people to a holy God. But that was enough for Him. No bling. No medal. No awards ceremony.
I want to be more like Jesus. I want to be motivated not by the temporary reward but instead by the desire to do the will of God which is eternal.
"Therefore, since we have been surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race set our before us and let us keep our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfector of our faith. For the joy set before Him He endured the cross, scorning its shame and sat down at the right hand of God." - Hebrews 12:1 and 2
Happy running!
Amberly
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
CLEAN and mean
I subjected myself to a three day digestive cleanse. In case you are unfamiliar, a cleanse is an innocuous word for clearing out one's bowels...one powdery shake at a time.
Although I shed some pounds in the process, I endured nausea, an upset stomach, missed meals, and fatigue.
The health articles I read suggested this cleanse to "jolt" my metabolism by breaking out of the norm. It is engineered to facilitate change by shocking my system into being more efficient.
I efficiently visited the restroom a dozen times the first day. Blech.
Fortunately for me, God is in the cleanse business as well, however, it has nothing to do with the digestive system.
1 John 1:9 "If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and cleanse us from all unrighteousness."
I want long-lasting joy. I want freedom. I need to start with remembering the faithfulness of God. I need to focus on the justice of God. I need a cleanse. I need to purge my poor habits, guilt feelings, and disappointments and confess them to God. In His goodness, He not only forgives me, He clears out the spiritual debris and allows me to walk in joyful freedom.
If you are ready for some Joy to Go, chew on the promises of this verse. They are MUCH better than a powdery shake...
Amberly
Although I shed some pounds in the process, I endured nausea, an upset stomach, missed meals, and fatigue.
The health articles I read suggested this cleanse to "jolt" my metabolism by breaking out of the norm. It is engineered to facilitate change by shocking my system into being more efficient.
I efficiently visited the restroom a dozen times the first day. Blech.
Fortunately for me, God is in the cleanse business as well, however, it has nothing to do with the digestive system.
1 John 1:9 "If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and cleanse us from all unrighteousness."
I want long-lasting joy. I want freedom. I need to start with remembering the faithfulness of God. I need to focus on the justice of God. I need a cleanse. I need to purge my poor habits, guilt feelings, and disappointments and confess them to God. In His goodness, He not only forgives me, He clears out the spiritual debris and allows me to walk in joyful freedom.
If you are ready for some Joy to Go, chew on the promises of this verse. They are MUCH better than a powdery shake...
Amberly
Sunday, March 25, 2012
I am starting to panic. I am two and a half weeks away from my first half marathon and I am freaking out.
I have friends who process stressful things by devising a list of the "worst things that could happen" or "What Ifs" . So, here it goes:
1) I could not finish in the allotted time.
2) I could fail to finish at all.
3) I could wet myself in the process (in Hollywood, no less).
4) I could look foolish.
5) I could get lost.
6) I could break something (my leg, my foot, my pride, etc)
7) I could have a heart attack.
8) I could chicken out completely
9) I could oversleep and miss it.
10) I could be the biggest person in the race and (see #4).
At the gym yesterday, I was enjoying (sick, I know) an aerobics class. It involves a step, free weights, and 80's music. I love it. My ponytail and I were having a grand time until I looked around in the mirror and realized that I was the largest person in the class. By far.
There have been times when I feel especially rotund that I look around to see if anyone else has my same struggle. It makes me feel better to know that someone "understands me" and frankly, may struggle more than I. It placates me until the pangs of insecurity dissapate.
Why do we compare ourselves to others?
Courtney Cox, star of Friends and other TV shows, once said, "I'm at peace with myself and where I am. In the past, I was always looking to see how everybody else was doing. I wasn't competitive, I was comparative. I just wanted to be where everybody else was. Now I've gotten to an age when I am not comparing anymore."
Easy for her to say; SHE IS SKINNY! :)
But the truth of the matter is, if she has really embraced this idea of freedom from comparison, she has a lot less "what ifs" with which to contend!
If we are going to experience Joy to Go, we must first shed the notion that spirituality or success is based upon comparing ourselves to others; that is what the Pharisses and other religious leaders in Jesus' time did - and He had VERY harsh things to say to them.
I need to be making less "What If?" lists and more "What Now?" lists. What do you have for me now, Lord? What do you want me to be doing now? What kind thing can I do for my co-worker now? What would you have me say to my student now, Lord? What can I do to show Your love to my family now, Lord? What do you want me to see about myself now?
I may not succeed in this half marathon, but if I keep my eyes on Jesus, "the author and perfecter of my faith", I will surely win a prize. If I stop comparing myself to others and instead, ask to see them through God's eyes, I will already have won!
"What if" you do the same?
Amberly
I have friends who process stressful things by devising a list of the "worst things that could happen" or "What Ifs" . So, here it goes:
1) I could not finish in the allotted time.
2) I could fail to finish at all.
3) I could wet myself in the process (in Hollywood, no less).
4) I could look foolish.
5) I could get lost.
6) I could break something (my leg, my foot, my pride, etc)
7) I could have a heart attack.
8) I could chicken out completely
9) I could oversleep and miss it.
10) I could be the biggest person in the race and (see #4).
At the gym yesterday, I was enjoying (sick, I know) an aerobics class. It involves a step, free weights, and 80's music. I love it. My ponytail and I were having a grand time until I looked around in the mirror and realized that I was the largest person in the class. By far.
There have been times when I feel especially rotund that I look around to see if anyone else has my same struggle. It makes me feel better to know that someone "understands me" and frankly, may struggle more than I. It placates me until the pangs of insecurity dissapate.
Why do we compare ourselves to others?
Courtney Cox, star of Friends and other TV shows, once said, "I'm at peace with myself and where I am. In the past, I was always looking to see how everybody else was doing. I wasn't competitive, I was comparative. I just wanted to be where everybody else was. Now I've gotten to an age when I am not comparing anymore."
Easy for her to say; SHE IS SKINNY! :)
But the truth of the matter is, if she has really embraced this idea of freedom from comparison, she has a lot less "what ifs" with which to contend!
If we are going to experience Joy to Go, we must first shed the notion that spirituality or success is based upon comparing ourselves to others; that is what the Pharisses and other religious leaders in Jesus' time did - and He had VERY harsh things to say to them.
I need to be making less "What If?" lists and more "What Now?" lists. What do you have for me now, Lord? What do you want me to be doing now? What kind thing can I do for my co-worker now? What would you have me say to my student now, Lord? What can I do to show Your love to my family now, Lord? What do you want me to see about myself now?
I may not succeed in this half marathon, but if I keep my eyes on Jesus, "the author and perfecter of my faith", I will surely win a prize. If I stop comparing myself to others and instead, ask to see them through God's eyes, I will already have won!
"What if" you do the same?
Amberly
JEANetic Counseling
Well, after I shared my last blog post with a fitness fiend friend of mine, she said, "Oh no. You are not getting on the scale are you?"
Well, actually, I avoid the scale at all costs. When going to the doctor's office, I remove all clothes possible (without embarrassing myself) before stepping on the scale.
Her solution? Buy a pair of jeans that are just a little too tight. She says I should gauge success by how those jeans fit, not by what the scale says. I need a pair of "comparative jeans".
Outside of the weight world, what should the gauge be?
Psalm 40:5 tells me: "Many, LORD my God, are the wonders you have done, the things you planned for us. None can compare with you; were I to speak and tell of your deeds, they would be too many to declare."
There is no way I can compare to God. My deeds will never be as grand, my motives will never be as pure, my character will never be as pure.
The contrast could deflate my joy.
Fortunately for me, Romans 10:4 offers me the "comparative jeans" I need. It tells me: "Christ is the culmination of the law so that there may be righteousness for everyone who believes."
What does this mean? It means I can have JOY TO GO because I get to wear the righteousness of Christ. Such a gift from God fits better than any skinny jean!
God is sooooo good.
:) Amberly
Well, actually, I avoid the scale at all costs. When going to the doctor's office, I remove all clothes possible (without embarrassing myself) before stepping on the scale.
Her solution? Buy a pair of jeans that are just a little too tight. She says I should gauge success by how those jeans fit, not by what the scale says. I need a pair of "comparative jeans".
Outside of the weight world, what should the gauge be?
Psalm 40:5 tells me: "Many, LORD my God, are the wonders you have done, the things you planned for us. None can compare with you; were I to speak and tell of your deeds, they would be too many to declare."
There is no way I can compare to God. My deeds will never be as grand, my motives will never be as pure, my character will never be as pure.
The contrast could deflate my joy.
Fortunately for me, Romans 10:4 offers me the "comparative jeans" I need. It tells me: "Christ is the culmination of the law so that there may be righteousness for everyone who believes."
What does this mean? It means I can have JOY TO GO because I get to wear the righteousness of Christ. Such a gift from God fits better than any skinny jean!
God is sooooo good.
:) Amberly
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Making a list and checking it twice
I am starting to panic. I am two and a half weeks away from my first half marathon and I am freaking out.
I have friends who process stressful things by devising a list of the "worst things that could happen" or "What Ifs" . So, here it goes:
1) I could not finish in the allotted time.
2) I could fail to finish at all.
3) I could wet myself in the process (in Hollywood, no less).
4) I could look foolish.
5) I could get lost.
6) I could break something (my leg, my foot, my pride, etc)
7) I could have a heart attack.
8) I could chicken out completely
9) I could oversleep and miss it.
10) I could be the biggest person in the race and (see #4).
At the gym yesterday, I was enjoying (sick, I know) an aerobics class. It involves a step, free weights, and 80's music. I love it. My ponytail and I were having a grand time until I looked around in the mirror and realized that I was the largest person in the class. By far.
There have been times when I feel especially rotund that I look around to see if anyone else has my same struggle. It makes me feel better to know that someone "understands me" and frankly, may struggle more than I. It placates me until the pangs of insecurity dissipate.
Why do we compare ourselves to others?
Courtney Cox, star of Friends and other TV shows, once said, "I'm at peace with myself and where I am. In the past, I was always looking to see how everybody else was doing. I wasn't competitive, I was comparative. I just wanted to be where everybody else was. Now I've gotten to an age when I am not comparing anymore."
Easy for her to say; SHE IS SKINNY! :)
But the truth of the matter is, if she has really embraced this idea of freedom from comparison, she has a lot less "what ifs" with which to contend!
If we are going to experience Joy to Go, we must first shed the notion that spirituality or success is based upon comparing ourselves to others; that is what the Pharisees and other religious leaders in Jesus' time did - and He had VERY harsh things to say to them.
I need to be making less "What If?" lists and more "What Now?" lists. What do you have for me now, Lord? What do you want me to be doing now? What kind thing can I do for my co-worker now? What would you have me say to my student now, Lord? What can I do to show Your love to my family now, Lord? What do you want me to see about myself now?
I may not succeed in this half marathon, but if I keep my eyes on Jesus, "the author and perfecter of my faith", I will surely win a prize. If I stop comparing myself to others and instead, ask to see them through God's eyes, I will already have won!
"What if" you do the same?
Amberly
I have friends who process stressful things by devising a list of the "worst things that could happen" or "What Ifs" . So, here it goes:
1) I could not finish in the allotted time.
2) I could fail to finish at all.
3) I could wet myself in the process (in Hollywood, no less).
4) I could look foolish.
5) I could get lost.
6) I could break something (my leg, my foot, my pride, etc)
7) I could have a heart attack.
8) I could chicken out completely
9) I could oversleep and miss it.
10) I could be the biggest person in the race and (see #4).
At the gym yesterday, I was enjoying (sick, I know) an aerobics class. It involves a step, free weights, and 80's music. I love it. My ponytail and I were having a grand time until I looked around in the mirror and realized that I was the largest person in the class. By far.
There have been times when I feel especially rotund that I look around to see if anyone else has my same struggle. It makes me feel better to know that someone "understands me" and frankly, may struggle more than I. It placates me until the pangs of insecurity dissipate.
Why do we compare ourselves to others?
Courtney Cox, star of Friends and other TV shows, once said, "I'm at peace with myself and where I am. In the past, I was always looking to see how everybody else was doing. I wasn't competitive, I was comparative. I just wanted to be where everybody else was. Now I've gotten to an age when I am not comparing anymore."
Easy for her to say; SHE IS SKINNY! :)
But the truth of the matter is, if she has really embraced this idea of freedom from comparison, she has a lot less "what ifs" with which to contend!
If we are going to experience Joy to Go, we must first shed the notion that spirituality or success is based upon comparing ourselves to others; that is what the Pharisees and other religious leaders in Jesus' time did - and He had VERY harsh things to say to them.
I need to be making less "What If?" lists and more "What Now?" lists. What do you have for me now, Lord? What do you want me to be doing now? What kind thing can I do for my co-worker now? What would you have me say to my student now, Lord? What can I do to show Your love to my family now, Lord? What do you want me to see about myself now?
I may not succeed in this half marathon, but if I keep my eyes on Jesus, "the author and perfecter of my faith", I will surely win a prize. If I stop comparing myself to others and instead, ask to see them through God's eyes, I will already have won!
"What if" you do the same?
Amberly
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Grandma Theft Auto
Well, it is official. I am old.
No, I have not "grown" new wrinkles, had a monumental birthday, or received my AARP card. Worse. Much worse.
I lost my car.
I ran to the grocery store after going to the gym the other day. I parked the car, locked the door (or so I thought) and proceeded to tackle my grocery list inside.
I came out to find that my beloved Swaggerwagon was GONE! I tried to conjure all the contents in hopes that something valuable had not been left inside. I tried to remain calm. I even hit my automatic lock remote in hopes that the "beep" would help. Nothing.
How could I lose a 2,000 pound vehicle?
I thought to call the police, then realized that I was too freaked out to remember the license plate. "My husband is going to KILL me," I thought, "but he'll need to pick me up before that."
Ugh. We can't afford this! What are we going to do?
I remembered when my mom used to say, "retrace your steps". I went back into the store and thought through all the aisles I had traveled, bargains I had uncovered, and sweets I had avoided.
I remember thinking, "Wow. I cannot even walk in the store without being assaulted with the yummy smell of Starbucks..." WAIT! The Starbucks is at the entrance on the OTHER side of the store.
And that is when I found my car, dutifully waiting for me at the southwest entrance of the building.
How am I supposed to experience Joy To GO when I can't even find my car???
Beep beep, beep beep yah!
Amberly
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Rug Doctor
Today, we made invitations for my daughter's 11th birthday party! 11th! EEEK!
Andy Rooney said it best: "Life is life toilet paper; the farther along you are, the faster it goes."
If you and I are going to experience Joy to Go, we must stop and embrace the moment (Carpe Diem!) and appreciate the present a bit more. We must resist the temptation to allow time to pass us by without our notice.
When my husband gets home from a long day, his favorite thing (after kissing me, of course) is to take off his shoes and allow his toes to be massaged by the carpet. He loves the feel the fibers of the flooring and to celebrate that moment. He has found one way to enjoy the comforts of home, the blessings of God, and a job well done at work all in one activity; I guess one could call it CARPET Diem!
What is your Carpet Diem? What helps you find joy in the moment?
Maybe it is gardening, swimming, hugging your kids, singing in the shower, snuggling up with a good book, or cooking. Whatever it is, allow yourself the freedom to do it more often.
Here's to your joy!
Carpet Diem!
Amberly
Andy Rooney said it best: "Life is life toilet paper; the farther along you are, the faster it goes."
If you and I are going to experience Joy to Go, we must stop and embrace the moment (Carpe Diem!) and appreciate the present a bit more. We must resist the temptation to allow time to pass us by without our notice.
When my husband gets home from a long day, his favorite thing (after kissing me, of course) is to take off his shoes and allow his toes to be massaged by the carpet. He loves the feel the fibers of the flooring and to celebrate that moment. He has found one way to enjoy the comforts of home, the blessings of God, and a job well done at work all in one activity; I guess one could call it CARPET Diem!
What is your Carpet Diem? What helps you find joy in the moment?
Maybe it is gardening, swimming, hugging your kids, singing in the shower, snuggling up with a good book, or cooking. Whatever it is, allow yourself the freedom to do it more often.
Here's to your joy!
Carpet Diem!
Amberly
Friday, March 9, 2012
Jumpin' Jack Flash, it's a Gas, Gas, Gas...
I am running on fumes. I have failed to pay attention to the "gas light" on my car and if I do not fill the car soon, I will be walking everywhere I go.
I am not ignoring the gas light due to laziness, in fact, it is busyness that is disallowing me to find the time to stop. I am so busy going, going, going that I am failing to care for the vehicle that gets me there.
If I am going to have Joy to GO, then I better refuel on a regular basis. I need to consistently read God's Word, fellowship with people, use my gifts, laugh, worship, drink coffee (although many biblical scholars would disagree), play with my kids, read great books, etc. in order to have any fuel on which to go.
Off to the gas station I go. Now it will be my wallet that is running on fumes :)
Fill 'er up!
Amberly
P.S. Congratulations, Rebekah Hendershot; you won the giveaway for one of my favorite books; it even has some of my highlights for you to enjoy (or mock). I hope it serves to encourage you and provide some Joy to Go!
I am not ignoring the gas light due to laziness, in fact, it is busyness that is disallowing me to find the time to stop. I am so busy going, going, going that I am failing to care for the vehicle that gets me there.
If I am going to have Joy to GO, then I better refuel on a regular basis. I need to consistently read God's Word, fellowship with people, use my gifts, laugh, worship, drink coffee (although many biblical scholars would disagree), play with my kids, read great books, etc. in order to have any fuel on which to go.
Off to the gas station I go. Now it will be my wallet that is running on fumes :)
Fill 'er up!
Amberly
P.S. Congratulations, Rebekah Hendershot; you won the giveaway for one of my favorite books; it even has some of my highlights for you to enjoy (or mock). I hope it serves to encourage you and provide some Joy to Go!
Monday, March 5, 2012
WAIT management
I hate being "on hold"...
When calling a business with which I have an issue, I hate hearing 438 times how "important (my) call is to (them)"... blech. If my call was really SO important, why not hire sufficient staff to field calls in a timely manner? Why not produce a quality product in the first place so I need not call a customer service representative?
I hate waiting. Period. Not even in the dentist's office when I know that pain, agony, and the bill for services rendered await.
The word "wait" appears 129 times in the Bible, but twice in Psalm 27:14 - "Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord."
If I am going to experience Joy to Go, I must heed this call. I think it only fitting that the Psalmist repeats this idea twice in such a short time; he MUST have had impatient people like me in mind when he penned those words.
When I am communicating instructions to my kids, I repeat twice the most vital or difficult portions of the message.
This passage is no different. "Be strong and take heart" are natural byproducts of "sandwiching" everything we do with waiting on God. If we start and end each day, activity, thought, decision, action, etc. with waiting for God to act first, strength and courage (and joy) naturally (or supernaturally) occur.
I needed this reminder today. I hope it served to encourage you.
Please hold...
Amberly
When calling a business with which I have an issue, I hate hearing 438 times how "important (my) call is to (them)"... blech. If my call was really SO important, why not hire sufficient staff to field calls in a timely manner? Why not produce a quality product in the first place so I need not call a customer service representative?
I hate waiting. Period. Not even in the dentist's office when I know that pain, agony, and the bill for services rendered await.
The word "wait" appears 129 times in the Bible, but twice in Psalm 27:14 - "Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord."
If I am going to experience Joy to Go, I must heed this call. I think it only fitting that the Psalmist repeats this idea twice in such a short time; he MUST have had impatient people like me in mind when he penned those words.
When I am communicating instructions to my kids, I repeat twice the most vital or difficult portions of the message.
This passage is no different. "Be strong and take heart" are natural byproducts of "sandwiching" everything we do with waiting on God. If we start and end each day, activity, thought, decision, action, etc. with waiting for God to act first, strength and courage (and joy) naturally (or supernaturally) occur.
I needed this reminder today. I hope it served to encourage you.
Please hold...
Amberly
Saturday, March 3, 2012
GRAVE condition
Well, Hamster #2 died. Our beloved little furball, Cookies, went to the big exercise wheel in the sky.
When I came into the front room Thursday morning, I thought it odd that Cookies did not "greet" me with her regular squeaks when I turn on the light at 5:15 a.m. (believe me, I am squeaking at that hour, too). I came home from the gym over an hour later to discover that she had not moved since I left.
Scott was already on his way to work, so I was forced to confirm that our favorite rodent had indeed passed.
I called Josiah into the kitchen where I "coached" him on being merciful to his sister during her time of loss. He is often so "matter of fact" that he says things that sound harsh, albeit truthful. I asked him to think of something encouraging to say to his sister when I broke the news to her.
I asked Judah to join me in the front room. I put my arms around her and broke the news. She cried. She REALLY cried. Josiah asked if he could hug her. I stood in awe of my great kids when they stood, holding tightly to one another.. It was a sight to behold, until Josiah spoke.
"Maybe we could get a guinea pig, Judah! They last WAY longer than hamsters!"
I can learn a lot from kids about joy. The reason that Josiah could have joy in that moment is that he found reason to rejoice in the POTENTIAL of TOMORROW. He could see past the PAIN of TODAY, knowing that the possibility of something better was around the corner.
I should embrace the pain in my life knowing that God is using it to increase my potential. THAT is the reason that Joy to Go, my newest campaign, is so important. I want people to know that they do not labor (or suffer) in vain. God uses such tools to change our perspective and focus on Him.
Jesus had joy on the cross. Because He was comfortable? Because It was an easy task? Because He likes being beaten and mocked? NO! Because He knew about the POTENTIAL of TOMORROW. He could endure the PAIN of that DAY because He knew the grave could not hold Him. He knew that Joy is not based on present circumstances, but instead on trust in God.
Hebrews 12: 1-3 reminds me, "1 Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, 2 fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith. For the joy set before him he endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. 3 Consider him who endured such opposition from sinners, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart."
This week, I have felt a little (okay, A LOT) inadequate about teaching on Joy, but God continues to show me how He is faithful, even when I am not.
Today, I pledge to look at the POTENTIAL of TOMORROW, instead of the PAIN of TODAY.
And, no, we are not getting a guinea pig. :)
Amberly
P.S. Anyone who responds to this blog post by next Friday will be entered to win one of my favorite books from my collection.
When I came into the front room Thursday morning, I thought it odd that Cookies did not "greet" me with her regular squeaks when I turn on the light at 5:15 a.m. (believe me, I am squeaking at that hour, too). I came home from the gym over an hour later to discover that she had not moved since I left.
Scott was already on his way to work, so I was forced to confirm that our favorite rodent had indeed passed.
I called Josiah into the kitchen where I "coached" him on being merciful to his sister during her time of loss. He is often so "matter of fact" that he says things that sound harsh, albeit truthful. I asked him to think of something encouraging to say to his sister when I broke the news to her.
I asked Judah to join me in the front room. I put my arms around her and broke the news. She cried. She REALLY cried. Josiah asked if he could hug her. I stood in awe of my great kids when they stood, holding tightly to one another.. It was a sight to behold, until Josiah spoke.
"Maybe we could get a guinea pig, Judah! They last WAY longer than hamsters!"
I can learn a lot from kids about joy. The reason that Josiah could have joy in that moment is that he found reason to rejoice in the POTENTIAL of TOMORROW. He could see past the PAIN of TODAY, knowing that the possibility of something better was around the corner.
I should embrace the pain in my life knowing that God is using it to increase my potential. THAT is the reason that Joy to Go, my newest campaign, is so important. I want people to know that they do not labor (or suffer) in vain. God uses such tools to change our perspective and focus on Him.
Jesus had joy on the cross. Because He was comfortable? Because It was an easy task? Because He likes being beaten and mocked? NO! Because He knew about the POTENTIAL of TOMORROW. He could endure the PAIN of that DAY because He knew the grave could not hold Him. He knew that Joy is not based on present circumstances, but instead on trust in God.
Hebrews 12: 1-3 reminds me, "1 Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, 2 fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith. For the joy set before him he endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. 3 Consider him who endured such opposition from sinners, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart."
This week, I have felt a little (okay, A LOT) inadequate about teaching on Joy, but God continues to show me how He is faithful, even when I am not.
Today, I pledge to look at the POTENTIAL of TOMORROW, instead of the PAIN of TODAY.
And, no, we are not getting a guinea pig. :)
Amberly
P.S. Anyone who responds to this blog post by next Friday will be entered to win one of my favorite books from my collection.
Thursday, March 1, 2012
Oh no, you DIDN'T!
"Life is material".
These wise words did not come from a famous theologian or philosopher, but instead, from a fabulously funny woman in my life. She also often says, "NEVER choose to teach a Bible study on a topic you think you have mastered."
Truer words have not been spoken. Well, maybe truer, but not less painful.
I had the AUDACITY to choose "Joy to Go" for my new campaign. I am a joyful person. I love to spread laughter and levity wherever I go. I know lots of Bible verses on joy. What a perfect choice, right?
Here is the deal. My husband and I are under a lot of financial and decision-making stress. Both of us are facing leadership changes at our place of employment (which often breeds uncertainty). Both of us are juggling numerous responsibilities and want to raise our kids in a loving environment in the process. I am struggling...
Where is the joy?
Maybe I should have chosen gingivitis or follicle health as my theme for this year.
Maybe I have no business teaching others about joy after all...
Amberly
These wise words did not come from a famous theologian or philosopher, but instead, from a fabulously funny woman in my life. She also often says, "NEVER choose to teach a Bible study on a topic you think you have mastered."
Truer words have not been spoken. Well, maybe truer, but not less painful.
I had the AUDACITY to choose "Joy to Go" for my new campaign. I am a joyful person. I love to spread laughter and levity wherever I go. I know lots of Bible verses on joy. What a perfect choice, right?
Here is the deal. My husband and I are under a lot of financial and decision-making stress. Both of us are facing leadership changes at our place of employment (which often breeds uncertainty). Both of us are juggling numerous responsibilities and want to raise our kids in a loving environment in the process. I am struggling...
Where is the joy?
Maybe I should have chosen gingivitis or follicle health as my theme for this year.
Maybe I have no business teaching others about joy after all...
Amberly
Sunday, February 26, 2012
HomeWORK
When asked to assess her disdain for homework, on a scale from 1 -10, my daughter answered, "1014".
She hates her homework. I hate her homework. She is extremely bright, absolutely capable, and drags her feet when faced with assignments done at home.
I finally had to remind her that doing her homework allows her to participate in church activities, attend play rehearsal, play with her friends, and practice her clarinet (all things that she loves). I asked her to try and see homework as a ticket to do fun things, rather than a weapon of mass destruction.
I asked her to learn to rejoice in her homework with the new perspective in mind.
James 1 reminds us to do the same with the things we find "unfun". When I am embarking on my journey to Joy, I must remember that my perspective may be skewed. I may need only to ask for a new perspective from God.
I asked last week if anyone was ready to embark with me on my "Joy to Go" campaign. No one responded.
Either everyone has more Joy than they know what to do with or are equally overwhelmed with the every day routine.
Either way, I am ready to find new perspective and see Joy through Heaven's eyes.
Buckle up, Buttercup.
Amberly
She hates her homework. I hate her homework. She is extremely bright, absolutely capable, and drags her feet when faced with assignments done at home.
I finally had to remind her that doing her homework allows her to participate in church activities, attend play rehearsal, play with her friends, and practice her clarinet (all things that she loves). I asked her to try and see homework as a ticket to do fun things, rather than a weapon of mass destruction.
I asked her to learn to rejoice in her homework with the new perspective in mind.
James 1 reminds us to do the same with the things we find "unfun". When I am embarking on my journey to Joy, I must remember that my perspective may be skewed. I may need only to ask for a new perspective from God.
I asked last week if anyone was ready to embark with me on my "Joy to Go" campaign. No one responded.
Either everyone has more Joy than they know what to do with or are equally overwhelmed with the every day routine.
Either way, I am ready to find new perspective and see Joy through Heaven's eyes.
Buckle up, Buttercup.
Amberly
Sunday, February 19, 2012
iPhool
Nothing makes me feel less smart than my Smartphone...
I was perplexed recently when my phone did not ring. I used the iPhone book my husband bought me, a half dozen websites, and the advice of others to try and determine what could possibly be wrong.
I finally broke down and went to the Verizon store. The 11 year old behind the counter (okay, 18, but she looked 11), grabbed the phone, tried a few things and then asked if I had turned on the "vibrate" feature. I had not and admitted I did not know how to do so.
She opened a small slit in the protective sleeve I have on the phone and uncovered a small button. She slid it over to a new position and, much to my delight (and mortification), the phone worked beautifully.
The capability was there all along, it was just hidden.
I am embarking on a new speaking campaign called, "Joy to Go". I want to uncover some of the hidden secrets of true joy. I am ready to let my joy "ring"...
How 'bout you?
Amberly
I was perplexed recently when my phone did not ring. I used the iPhone book my husband bought me, a half dozen websites, and the advice of others to try and determine what could possibly be wrong.
I finally broke down and went to the Verizon store. The 11 year old behind the counter (okay, 18, but she looked 11), grabbed the phone, tried a few things and then asked if I had turned on the "vibrate" feature. I had not and admitted I did not know how to do so.
She opened a small slit in the protective sleeve I have on the phone and uncovered a small button. She slid it over to a new position and, much to my delight (and mortification), the phone worked beautifully.
The capability was there all along, it was just hidden.
I am embarking on a new speaking campaign called, "Joy to Go". I want to uncover some of the hidden secrets of true joy. I am ready to let my joy "ring"...
How 'bout you?
Amberly
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Caramel Apple Joy
My favorite post-Valentine treat was a caramel apple from my junior high students.
There is something magical about a caramel apple. I think it is the contrast between the tart bite of the green apple and the sweet tones of the caramel.
When the day contains tart news, I need to remember that such tartness makes the sweet things in life much sweeter. I need to rejoice in the tart. In the sour. In the unfortunate.
How do I do that?
Any ideas?
Amberly
There is something magical about a caramel apple. I think it is the contrast between the tart bite of the green apple and the sweet tones of the caramel.
When the day contains tart news, I need to remember that such tartness makes the sweet things in life much sweeter. I need to rejoice in the tart. In the sour. In the unfortunate.
How do I do that?
Any ideas?
Amberly
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Valentines Overload
I do not know about you, but I overdid in the candy department today. Students brought me treats; I ate them. Even ones I do not like.
I will blame my desire to avoid hurting feelings on my inability to resist the sweets today.
I had a stressful morning getting kids out the door. Everyone had band instruments, Valentine's, P.E. uniforms, potluck additions, and gifts to deliver. I think the Israelites had an easier time traveling into the Promised Land and it took them 40 years.
I will blame the stress on my inability to resist the sweets today.
In addition, I am fighting (and losing the battle) an allergy on my face. Twice, I woke in the night scratching my face and my sleep was terribly interrupted. On a day for lovers, I have a red beard of rash on my face, leaving me feeling less than, well, lovable.
I will blame the lack of sleep on my inability to resist the sweets today.
I can blame all I want, but the truth is, I made the choice to shove innumerable calories in my mouth.
Often, when I overeat, it is a joy issue. I forget to rejoice in all that God has given. I fail to rejoice in His goodness and grace. I forfeit the chance to remember His faithfulness.
Can you relate? SWEET!
Amberly
I will blame my desire to avoid hurting feelings on my inability to resist the sweets today.
I had a stressful morning getting kids out the door. Everyone had band instruments, Valentine's, P.E. uniforms, potluck additions, and gifts to deliver. I think the Israelites had an easier time traveling into the Promised Land and it took them 40 years.
I will blame the stress on my inability to resist the sweets today.
In addition, I am fighting (and losing the battle) an allergy on my face. Twice, I woke in the night scratching my face and my sleep was terribly interrupted. On a day for lovers, I have a red beard of rash on my face, leaving me feeling less than, well, lovable.
I will blame the lack of sleep on my inability to resist the sweets today.
I can blame all I want, but the truth is, I made the choice to shove innumerable calories in my mouth.
Often, when I overeat, it is a joy issue. I forget to rejoice in all that God has given. I fail to rejoice in His goodness and grace. I forfeit the chance to remember His faithfulness.
Can you relate? SWEET!
Amberly
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Joy to Go
What is joy?
According to Dictionary.com, it is "the emotion of great delight or happiness caused by something exceptionally good or satisfying; keen pleasure; elation".
I do not need an online dictionary to tell you what it is NOT. It is not tracking calories, sore muscles, taking out the trash, making 70 homemade Valentines, flossing, unloading the dishwasher, applying acne medicine AND wrinkle cream to the same face, three jobs, and chin hairs.
I know. Because those are the components of my every day. Where is the joy?
For the next few weeks, I will be exploring my latest speaking campaign "Joy to Go".
According to Dictionary.com, it is "the emotion of great delight or happiness caused by something exceptionally good or satisfying; keen pleasure; elation".
I do not need an online dictionary to tell you what it is NOT. It is not tracking calories, sore muscles, taking out the trash, making 70 homemade Valentines, flossing, unloading the dishwasher, applying acne medicine AND wrinkle cream to the same face, three jobs, and chin hairs.
I know. Because those are the components of my every day. Where is the joy?
For the next few weeks, I will be exploring my latest speaking campaign "Joy to Go".
Join me with your feelings of insecurity, tweezers, scale, hair dye, broken relationships, and questions as we embark on finding abiding joy whether or not "something exceptionally good or satisfying" occurs.
Let's go on a Joy Ride...
Amberly
Monday, February 6, 2012
Hearing Voices
My husband and I love the TV show, "The Voice". We sit comfortably in our chairs while people sing their hearts out on national television for the chance to be a star.
It is such a treat to watch people's talent affirmed by celebrity musicians. The difference between this show and the others is that their choices are BLIND. The celebrity coaches cannot see the singers before they "choose" them. No longer are looks the most important factor...
God wants us to employ the same philosophy:
1 Samuel 16:7 says:
But the LORD said to Samuel, “Do not consider his appearance or his height, for I have rejected him. The LORD does not look at the things people look at. People look at the outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart.”
I am so thankful that God does not think more or less of me because of extra weight, wrinkles, acne, size 11 feet, make-up (or lack thereof), or crooked teeth. He sees ME. The real me. The redeemed me. The loved me.
It is the unconditional love of God that makes me want to sing...but not on national television.
Amberly
It is such a treat to watch people's talent affirmed by celebrity musicians. The difference between this show and the others is that their choices are BLIND. The celebrity coaches cannot see the singers before they "choose" them. No longer are looks the most important factor...
God wants us to employ the same philosophy:
1 Samuel 16:7 says:
But the LORD said to Samuel, “Do not consider his appearance or his height, for I have rejected him. The LORD does not look at the things people look at. People look at the outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart.”
I am so thankful that God does not think more or less of me because of extra weight, wrinkles, acne, size 11 feet, make-up (or lack thereof), or crooked teeth. He sees ME. The real me. The redeemed me. The loved me.
It is the unconditional love of God that makes me want to sing...but not on national television.
Amberly
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Drama Mama
Well, she got it. She got the role she wanted. The role I wanted for her.
Our daughter, Judah was cast in "The Sound of Music" at the local Christian High School and I could not be more proud.
This means, however, that there are six moms who cannot write this news on their blogs. Six girls who did not get cast and went home, disappointed.
In one of my online classes, when asked about tough past decisions, one woman shared that she had been brutally raped, resulting in a pregnancy. She made the decision to keep this child despite the fact that he/she might remind her of the rape. She shared that instead of being a painful reminder, the child (now 9) reminds her of grace and triumph, not grief and tragedy.
This wise college student said, "You cannot be a phoenix, if you never get burned". She, of course, was referring to the mythical bird that was formed from ashes.
Sometimes in life, we get the role (or job, or relationship, or ...) we want. Other times, we feel the sting of disappointment when we are overlooked, undervalued, and/or underappreciated.
But we can never be a phoenix if we never get burned...
Fly! Amberly
Our daughter, Judah was cast in "The Sound of Music" at the local Christian High School and I could not be more proud.
This means, however, that there are six moms who cannot write this news on their blogs. Six girls who did not get cast and went home, disappointed.
In one of my online classes, when asked about tough past decisions, one woman shared that she had been brutally raped, resulting in a pregnancy. She made the decision to keep this child despite the fact that he/she might remind her of the rape. She shared that instead of being a painful reminder, the child (now 9) reminds her of grace and triumph, not grief and tragedy.
This wise college student said, "You cannot be a phoenix, if you never get burned". She, of course, was referring to the mythical bird that was formed from ashes.
Sometimes in life, we get the role (or job, or relationship, or ...) we want. Other times, we feel the sting of disappointment when we are overlooked, undervalued, and/or underappreciated.
But we can never be a phoenix if we never get burned...
Fly! Amberly
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Stage Fright
In less than 24 hours, my daughter, Judah is participating in callbacks for "Sound of Music" at Bakersfield Christian High School. After nearly 40 children auditioned for the role of one the Von Trapps, there are eight young ladies vying for the role of the two middle girls.
You would think Judah would be the easy choice - her dad is the director.
It is not that easy. He wants everyone (including Judah) to know that if she gets the role, she earned it. There will always be people that will doubt that nepotism does not play a role (no pun intended) if she lands a place in his show. It has caused some stress in our home and on my husband's shoulders. It is a good think he is not the only decision maker. He, early on, asked two amazing BCHS ladies to come alongside and help place students in the right roles.
Those of us who believe in God as the director of the Universe can relax. As we play the roles of "believer", "follower", and "human being", we can trust that God can be relied upon. He knows that which is best for us and works in our best interest with love and grace.
Just as I need to trust my husband and his counsel with our daughter (I want her to get the role!), I need to trust that God has plans to give her (and me) a hope and a future.
The hills are alive...
Amberly
You would think Judah would be the easy choice - her dad is the director.
It is not that easy. He wants everyone (including Judah) to know that if she gets the role, she earned it. There will always be people that will doubt that nepotism does not play a role (no pun intended) if she lands a place in his show. It has caused some stress in our home and on my husband's shoulders. It is a good think he is not the only decision maker. He, early on, asked two amazing BCHS ladies to come alongside and help place students in the right roles.
Those of us who believe in God as the director of the Universe can relax. As we play the roles of "believer", "follower", and "human being", we can trust that God can be relied upon. He knows that which is best for us and works in our best interest with love and grace.
Just as I need to trust my husband and his counsel with our daughter (I want her to get the role!), I need to trust that God has plans to give her (and me) a hope and a future.
The hills are alive...
Amberly
Friday, January 27, 2012
Family Food Favorites
Well, I started the week with food and now I am going to end with it. :)
We have TONS of family favorites at the Neese house. Recently, when asked her favorite restaurant, my daughter replied, "The Neese Cafe". What a compliment!
I love to eat yummy food. Truly. I am not a dessert-a-holic, but I do love the sweetness of a good meal.
I hope you take some time and enjoy a good meal with people that you love. It can serve as a great recharge, both emotionally and physically.
My blogging this week was motivated by a friend who challenged me to food blog this week. I promise, I will return to the regularly scheduled broadcast next week. I just thought this might be fun. I still have a book to give away, so feel free to comment on one of the posts from the week. I will let you know who wins :)
Feel free to visit my friend, Kathi Lipp, and share your favorite family recipe on her blog. For more ideas, Kathi has a newsletter filled with great recipes and tips for every area of your home. Plus when you sign up for the newsletter, your will receive The Ultimate Guide to Man Food an e-cookbook that will rock your husband’s culinary world. Head over to her website at KathiLipp.com
!Buen provecho! Amberly
We have TONS of family favorites at the Neese house. Recently, when asked her favorite restaurant, my daughter replied, "The Neese Cafe". What a compliment!
I love to eat yummy food. Truly. I am not a dessert-a-holic, but I do love the sweetness of a good meal.
I hope you take some time and enjoy a good meal with people that you love. It can serve as a great recharge, both emotionally and physically.
My blogging this week was motivated by a friend who challenged me to food blog this week. I promise, I will return to the regularly scheduled broadcast next week. I just thought this might be fun. I still have a book to give away, so feel free to comment on one of the posts from the week. I will let you know who wins :)
Feel free to visit my friend, Kathi Lipp, and share your favorite family recipe on her blog. For more ideas, Kathi has a newsletter filled with great recipes and tips for every area of your home. Plus when you sign up for the newsletter, your will receive The Ultimate Guide to Man Food an e-cookbook that will rock your husband’s culinary world. Head over to her website at KathiLipp.com
!Buen provecho! Amberly
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Keeping my act together in the kitchen
I love to cook. Really.
Things I do not love: cleaning up after said cooking and keeping up with all the single use appliances and gadgets that I have accumulated over the years.
Don't get me wrong - my egg separator, mini-blow torch, and potsticker press are invaluable; I just do not need them 99% of the time.
Recently, I bought one of those dollar store plastic shoe boxes with a lid for all those gadgets and my life is much simpler now. Now, when I open the utensil drawer, the entire population of Venezuela does not come popping out. There is actually a place for everything. SCORE!
Now if only I could find a way to diminish all the little tiny crumbs that pool in my utensil drawer (YUCK), my life would be perfect (well, not REALLY, but you get my point).
Feel free to visit www.kathilipp.com for more kitchen organization tips.
Blessings! Amberly
Things I do not love: cleaning up after said cooking and keeping up with all the single use appliances and gadgets that I have accumulated over the years.
Don't get me wrong - my egg separator, mini-blow torch, and potsticker press are invaluable; I just do not need them 99% of the time.
Recently, I bought one of those dollar store plastic shoe boxes with a lid for all those gadgets and my life is much simpler now. Now, when I open the utensil drawer, the entire population of Venezuela does not come popping out. There is actually a place for everything. SCORE!
Now if only I could find a way to diminish all the little tiny crumbs that pool in my utensil drawer (YUCK), my life would be perfect (well, not REALLY, but you get my point).
Feel free to visit www.kathilipp.com for more kitchen organization tips.
Blessings! Amberly
Monday, January 23, 2012
Feelin' a little LOOPy
Yesterday, I posted the Neese Menu for the week. It was actually fun to come up with dishes that will be quick and painless for us to prepare and enjoy.
One of the concepts that I have used FOREVER (but did not have a name for until now) is LOOP. Cook one day, have
Left Overs On Purpose, and then use those leftovers to create a great second
meal later in the week. Again, my friend Kathi Lipp (www.kathilipp.com) has made LOOP meals a staple in her house.
Frankly, I often cook three pounds of hamburger at a time or ask my husband to grill thrice the amount of chicken we need so that I can freeze the extra and use them for quick meals later. It is the same amount of work and a HUGE time saver.
The truth is, I need more LOOP time in my life. I need to consistently read the Bible, spend time with God, smooch my husband and kids, rest, and exercise so that I have something Left Over on Purpose in case some type of chaos happens. And it will. Life happens; I just need to make sure that LOOP happens as well.
Are you feeling a little LOOPy or is that something you need to work on as well?
Amberly
P.S. Remember, I am giving one of Kathi's books to someone who comments sometime this week :)
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Food for Thought
This week, I am going to try something new.
My friend, Kathy Lipp, a wonderful author and speaker has inspired me. She is posting her menu for the week and is challenging her readers to do likewise. So here it goes:
Monday: Homemade Tacos
Tuesday: Bean soup/ cornbread
Wednesday: Sweet potato soup
Thursday: Chicken Enchiladas
Friday: French Dip sandwiches/ sweet potato baked fries
Saturday: Stir fry (I will make extra chicken for a LOOP meal - Left Overs On Purpose)
Sunday: Left-overs
I made my choices based on a couple of things: I know that this week is a little busy for us (Science Night on Monday, auditions on Tuesday, Small Group on Wednesdays, etc.)
I think it is empowering (albeit a little bit of forethought) to plan meals. Is makes for one trip to the grocery store and alleviates a lot of stress and contemplation time.
Feel free to steal my menu. Also, if you have fallen into a rut, feel free to get some ideas on Kathy Lipp's Facebook page.
I will be giving one of her great books away this week. I will choose from the list of people who comment some time this week.
Have fun!
No More Menu Madness!
Amberly
My friend, Kathy Lipp, a wonderful author and speaker has inspired me. She is posting her menu for the week and is challenging her readers to do likewise. So here it goes:
Monday: Homemade Tacos
Tuesday: Bean soup/ cornbread
Wednesday: Sweet potato soup
Thursday: Chicken Enchiladas
Friday: French Dip sandwiches/ sweet potato baked fries
Saturday: Stir fry (I will make extra chicken for a LOOP meal - Left Overs On Purpose)
Sunday: Left-overs
I made my choices based on a couple of things: I know that this week is a little busy for us (Science Night on Monday, auditions on Tuesday, Small Group on Wednesdays, etc.)
I think it is empowering (albeit a little bit of forethought) to plan meals. Is makes for one trip to the grocery store and alleviates a lot of stress and contemplation time.
Feel free to steal my menu. Also, if you have fallen into a rut, feel free to get some ideas on Kathy Lipp's Facebook page.
I will be giving one of her great books away this week. I will choose from the list of people who comment some time this week.
Have fun!
No More Menu Madness!
Amberly
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
ALL ACCESS PASS
When I was a teenager, I attended a concert of a popoular band, REO Speedwagon. They were hugely popular and I felt so fortunate to get tickets for my best friend and me. I wore my favorite leopard skinned pants and put enough hairspray in my hair to encite concerns from the E.P.A.
While we were waiting in line, we befriended a young lady (for those of you who don't know me, if there is a POSSIBILITY of making a friend, I will always take it. I collect people. Where two or more are gathered, I have a convention). We talked about all sorts of topics that were really important: boys, boys, and boys.
Right before we were all herded into the stadium, she said, "hey, do you want to meet the band?"
"Who wouldn't?" I quipped.
At this point, she pulled out two extra backstage passes. I was elated and a little blown away.
After the concert was over (it was amazing, by the way), we showed our passes to the security guards, giggled all the way down the vast hallways, and opened the doors marked "BAND".
We got to meet REO Speedwagon. SO COOL. All because we befriended some girl with access passes.
Although I have a degree from a Bible college, I still cannot wrap my brain around some theological truths. One of them is the access to God people can enjoy through Jesus. You see, Jesus came to connect a holy God with an unholy people. All we need is to "befriend" Him and we have a backstage pass to the Holy of Holies.
It is exciting. It is humbling. And it is ours without the need for leopard pants or extra hairspray.
Grace is good!
Amberly
When I was a teenager, I attended a concert of a popoular band, REO Speedwagon. They were hugely popular and I felt so fortunate to get tickets for my best friend and me. I wore my favorite leopard skinned pants and put enough hairspray in my hair to encite concerns from the E.P.A.
While we were waiting in line, we befriended a young lady (for those of you who don't know me, if there is a POSSIBILITY of making a friend, I will always take it. I collect people. Where two or more are gathered, I have a convention). We talked about all sorts of topics that were really important: boys, boys, and boys.
Right before we were all herded into the stadium, she said, "hey, do you want to meet the band?"
"Who wouldn't?" I quipped.
At this point, she pulled out two extra backstage passes. I was elated and a little blown away.
After the concert was over (it was amazing, by the way), we showed our passes to the security guards, giggled all the way down the vast hallways, and opened the doors marked "BAND".
We got to meet REO Speedwagon. SO COOL. All because we befriended some girl with access passes.
Although I have a degree from a Bible college, I still cannot wrap my brain around some theological truths. One of them is the access to God people can enjoy through Jesus. You see, Jesus came to connect a holy God with an unholy people. All we need is to "befriend" Him and we have a backstage pass to the Holy of Holies.
It is exciting. It is humbling. And it is ours without the need for leopard pants or extra hairspray.
Grace is good!
Amberly
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
SHIP SHAPE
I have not been able to get enough info. on the recent cruise ship accident in Italy. It is an incredibly sad situation; one for which I have been praying.
I have been on numerous cruises (I have taken groups on numerous cruises) and cannot imagine the chaos and stress of such a mishap.
Cruise ships are designed to stay upright and be stable.
According to cruisemates.com, "today's modern ships are all stabilized to reduce rolling (side to side motion) and designed by sophisticated computer aided design equipment to minimize pitching (up and down motion)."
What are YOUR stabilizers? What keeps your head above waters and prepares you for the tumultuous waters of life?
Just a thought...
Amberly
Psalm 107:29
He stilled the storm to a whisper; the waves of the sea were hushed.
I have not been able to get enough info. on the recent cruise ship accident in Italy. It is an incredibly sad situation; one for which I have been praying.
I have been on numerous cruises (I have taken groups on numerous cruises) and cannot imagine the chaos and stress of such a mishap.
Cruise ships are designed to stay upright and be stable.
According to cruisemates.com, "today's modern ships are all stabilized to reduce rolling (side to side motion) and designed by sophisticated computer aided design equipment to minimize pitching (up and down motion)."
What are YOUR stabilizers? What keeps your head above waters and prepares you for the tumultuous waters of life?
Just a thought...
Amberly
Psalm 107:29
He stilled the storm to a whisper; the waves of the sea were hushed.
Saturday, January 14, 2012
So GREATful
We went to a party last night. It is an annual party held at the house of some friends of ours. They are wonderful hosts and downright amazing people.
Every year, we do one of those "pirate" gift exchanges. Every year, there is at least one person who is visibly disappointed at the gift they receive. This year, it was Zech, a sweet preteen. Zech chose one of our gifts, which included a new Bible, devotional, and creme brulee almonds :) The hope was that between the three gifts, there would be enough to chew on in 2012.
To say he was underwhelmed would be an understatement. He pouted and asked every person after him to "steal" his gift. Judah had done something similar years ago and it was painful to watch.
Sometimes in life, we grow uncomfortable, unthankful, and/or underwhelmed for and by the gifts we are given. When we look at the gifts that others have been given, our hearts can grow bitter, disappointed, and weary.
Someone eventually "stole" Zech's gift, allowing him to open another gift. The "stealer" was thrilled with the new Bible set.
The Apostle Paul "learned to be content in all circumstances" (Philippians 4:11). That is another way of saying, "he learned to be thankful for the gift he had been given (or that he chose)."
I need to work on contentment in 2012. I need to make an even more concerted effort to thank God for all the things in my life, even those I find frustrating.
Have a great weekend and know I am thankful for you.
Amberly
We went to a party last night. It is an annual party held at the house of some friends of ours. They are wonderful hosts and downright amazing people.
Every year, we do one of those "pirate" gift exchanges. Every year, there is at least one person who is visibly disappointed at the gift they receive. This year, it was Zech, a sweet preteen. Zech chose one of our gifts, which included a new Bible, devotional, and creme brulee almonds :) The hope was that between the three gifts, there would be enough to chew on in 2012.
To say he was underwhelmed would be an understatement. He pouted and asked every person after him to "steal" his gift. Judah had done something similar years ago and it was painful to watch.
Sometimes in life, we grow uncomfortable, unthankful, and/or underwhelmed for and by the gifts we are given. When we look at the gifts that others have been given, our hearts can grow bitter, disappointed, and weary.
Someone eventually "stole" Zech's gift, allowing him to open another gift. The "stealer" was thrilled with the new Bible set.
The Apostle Paul "learned to be content in all circumstances" (Philippians 4:11). That is another way of saying, "he learned to be thankful for the gift he had been given (or that he chose)."
I need to work on contentment in 2012. I need to make an even more concerted effort to thank God for all the things in my life, even those I find frustrating.
Have a great weekend and know I am thankful for you.
Amberly
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