When the Cupboard Seems Bare

I had no idea what to make for dinner. A run to the grocery store had been at the top of my to do list for at least two days. I had forgotten to pull meat out of the freezer and here it was four o’clock already.

In the next hour Josh would be home from work. I felt bad that once again dinner would not be hot and ready for him on the table. Not that he insists upon that, but it’s been cold here and I wanted that for him.

Peering into the too vacant pantry once again I prayed that my culinary imagination would come to my rescue.

We had tortilla chips…

and that was a can of black beans back in the corner…

Maybe if I combined some canned chicken with that barbecue sauce in the fridge…hmm…

Slowly a meal began to take shape. I’d never heard of barbecue nachos, but I was betting on them tasting good.

Pulling out a baking sheet, I combined all the ingredients, shoved them in the oven, and set the timer for ten minutes.

At the ding, I peeked in the oven and thought, “Well, they look good.” Hoping the kids would eat them, I called everyone to the table.

They were delicious!

Some of my favorite meals have come from the desperation found in pantry fatigue. Those concoctions that find the way to your table solely because you had nothing else to cook.

As I stacked the empty plates in the sink I felt God whisper to me:

“Sometimes the bare times preceded the best feasts.”

Those moments in life where you feel like you have nothing left within you to use.

Empty.

No where left to turn.

Depleted.

In that moment, the overlooked components can come together and create something new and unforeseen.

Sometimes we need a bare cupboard to find our best.

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Women of Faith: Disneyland for Women

A few weeks ago I mentioned that I recieved two free tickets to attend Women of Faith‘s Over the Top event. I also mentioned my worry about attending women’s events after my poor track record with them. I decided to drag Keri, from Pop Parables, along with me. I figured if the conference was a bust, at least I’d get to spend some time with her.

“Get ready to be INSPIRED!”

We nearly jumped out of our seats as the announcement boomed over the PA system.

Turning to Keri, I giggled and said I expected a follow-up warning about keeping our arms and legs inside the ride at all times.

That’s when I began to think that Women of Faith was a lot like Disneyland. Here are a few of the other similarities I discovered:

1. Security

Before we were allowed in the Key Arena, where the Women of Faith Over the Top event was held, we were required to submit all of our bags to an inspection and dispose of any outside drinks. As I stared at the trash cans full to the brim with Starbucks holiday cups, I began to wonder what all of these women were faithful to (while at the same time rejoiced to find I am not the only one with that particular addiction). The idea that a bunch of Christian women needed their bags searched for explosives or weaponry was slightly ludicrous, but I understand the need for caution in this day and age. You never know what that much estrogen in one room could result in. What if they ran out of chocolate?!

2. Cheese!

No visit to Disneyland is complete without being accosted by the paparazi as soon as you pass through the gate. Keri and I were similarly approached as we walked through the arena entrance. I don’t know about her, but I was not ready for a group shot as I was still trying to figure out where we go next. As usual with these pictures, I’m left feeling dazed and confused and my face reflects that. Here’s that shot:

I am glad to have a picture of the two of us though. And, Keri looks good! It’s all about the memory, right?

3. The Cost of Living

Have you ever noticed that the cost of living at Disneyland is much higher than anywhere else? By that I mean…eating. I noticed the same to be true of the conference center. I had skipped lunch and dinner that day, so I needed to find something to tide me over. A bag of popcorn and a bottle of water to the rescue…only costing me $10. The next day’s snack of french fries and a coke cost me an additional $10. You’d think I would have learned my lesson the first time…and also, I should really eat better. 

4. Lights, Camera, Action!

As the event began on Friday night, I was blown away by the production aspect of it all. The show seemed worthy of a Disney street parade! I was confused by the use of pop music as the worship team sang about how we’re all family and girls wanting to have fun. I expected a refreshing time of worship after the long day I’d already had. Honestly, I cringed a little as I pictured a video of this being played on YouTube. It was slightly reminiscent of “The Holy Ghost Hokie Pokie.” It didn’t end there, Sandy Patti did an entire Disney medley after sharing her dream of being a Disney performer. It all was well done, but I had some trouble connecting it to being a woman of faith.

5. “Exit through the gift shop”

At Disneyland, every ride requires that you exit through a store full of “priceless” memorabilia to continue the magic at home. Overpriced mugs, stuffed animals, apparel  and more are thrown at you. The Women of Faith event had a marketplace where you could purchase books by WoF authors, CDs by WoF artists and so much more. As the conference progressed I began to see women everywhere walking around wearing the same purple shawl. Much like the Goofy hats at Disney, everyone purchases one, and I was left wondering if these women would ever where their shawl again after leaving the conference.

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All joking aside, I must admit that as I left the Key Arena Friday night I was not holding out much hope for what the next day would bring. I felt discouraged that once again a women’s event had been overly cheesy and overly marketed. If not for the facts that the tickets for free and Keri was with me, I would have bailed.

But, I went back on Saturday…and I’m so glad I did.

Much like at Disneyland, it’s easy to focus on the cheese, the show, the overpriced EVERYTHING. You can get frustrated and irritated by it all. Or, you can push that aside and enjoy the magic with the people you’re with.

Here’s a few of my favorite moments from Saturday:

  • Lisa Whelchel spoke on the difficulties that can accompany friendship with other women. She was funny, heartwarming and I feel like I really learned a lot from her presentation. One of my friends has read her book, Friendship for Grown Ups, and I have added it to my Wishlist.
  • Patsy Clairmont was feisty and hilarious. She shared her son’s battle for health, and how difficult it is to watch people suffer. The lessons she came away with, and shared with us, on change were so helpful to me as I’m going through so much change in my own life.
  • Selah. Oh man. I don’t even know what to say here. They’re amazing! Not only are they talented performers, but their personalities made me wish I could hang out with them. Allan Hall’s talent on the piano was displayed as he went through a line-up of 80s power ballads that he used to impress women. An extremely pregnant Amy Perry let us all in to the trials she was experiencing with maternity clothes and frequent trips to the bathroom. I was cracking up. My favorite part of the entire show was definitely watching Todd Smith’s daughter. She attended the conference with him, and was captivatingly adorable. Whenever the jumbo-tron camera panned to her you could see her jump like she’d been stung by a bee, and then try to act happy about being on the spot. She shared candies with the WoF speakers on their “front porch” and by the end of the conference she was up on the stage dancing with everyone. So cute!!

All of the WoF production was well done and enjoyable. The best part for me had nothing to do with it, though. Driving back and forth to Seattle with Keri, chatting with her between the sessions, and having coffee together overlooking the Seattle Center was exactly what I needed. Women need connection, conversation and…caffeine…and chocolate! The opportunity to experience this event with a friend and to share our stories with one another was what made it memorable.

There’s another WoF event coming next year and I have a feeling I’ll be attending it. I want to hear Sheila Walsh, Angie Smith and see Selah again. But, I will also make sure that I have one (or more) friends with me.

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My Trunk

As I stare at the trunk in my living room, I smirk at the irony of it all.

For years I had wanted a trunk; an old-fashioned leather ones with the buckles. My step-mom had a beautiful trunk she’d restored in her living room, and I coveted it every time I visited. Finally, as a newlywed, I decided that a trunk of my own was the last feather I needed for my new little nest.

I searched everywhere.

Of course, when I say everywhere I mean only Pier 1, because that’s the store where you find “antique” and “exotic” home decor. I never thought of flea markets, thrift stores, or yard sales, and I don’t think anyone had yet heard of Craigslist.

Scrolling through the papasan chairs, pillows and candles on the Pier 1 website I found it!

My trunk. 

It did look a little sterile, and wasn’t quite as antiquated as I would have liked, but it would have to do. That night Josh and I drove out to pick it up and lugged it up the stairs to our second-floor apartment.

Imagine my surprise when I discovered my life was not completed by acquiring my trunk. I found that there were other home decor items that I desired, and also that this trunk I’d placed my hopes and dreams on was not all I’d anticipated.

In the past ten years that trunk has played all sorts of roles. It’s been a coffee table for giant mugs of cocoa and a bench when extra seating was needed at parties. Lately it’s been a stage for toddler rock shows and a diving board into piles of cushions.

It moved from California to Washington, back to California and {again} back to Washington.

The corners were used as a scratching post by Poo, the little kitten turned cat that Josh gave me while we were dating. At first I was distraught that my trunk had been damaged by her. Over time I forgot to see it as a blemish and instead took it in as a part of the trunk’s style.

The same goes for the destruction of the leather on the lid. Having discovered a bottle of anointing oil, Cora anointed the trunk lid. The leather bubbled and peeled away, and there’s a faint spicy sent if you get up close to it. My initial reaction, as with the cat scratch marks, was disappointment, but again it’s now just a part of our trunk.

The inside if full of my old journals from age 10 to now, Josh’s keepsakes (a baseball mitt, a Pontiac Star Chief hood ornament, and innumerable Hot Wheels), old pictures from our college days and newlywed years, and blankets to pull out when company are over.

When I first searched out my trunk all I thought of was what it would look like and how I could use it. Now it has become a living scrapbook.

I’ve discovered that you can’t fake antique, you have to live it for it to have value.

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Five Minute Friday: Grow

So excited to join in with Lisa-Jo (aka The Gypsy Mama) and her community of Five Minute Friday-ers (ettes, ians, ?). The point is to write with abandon, to let what’s in your head come out of your fingers and not go back to edit or correct. I’m feeling a bit rusty due to my extended absence from all things bloggy, but I could feel it start to come back. It’s like stretching a muscle that you haven’t used in a while.

Feels good, but looks painful.

Anywho, here’s my take on this weeks prompt: Grow

If you want to check out what others had to say, which I highly recommend, click here.

GO

It’s my first winter in five years.

Well, not really. It’s just that when you’re living in Southern California winter seems more like an event than a season. Winter is when all the Christmas lights go up on the buildings. Carols and pop jingles are played in stores. On a side note: have you ever noticed that Christmas music is a lot like Christian music? It doesn’t matter if the lyrics are good, or the singing and instrumentals well done; as longs as it’s got the label it’s accepted.

Anyways, what was I saying? Oh yeah, winter. Winter in Southern California included scarves, but only for decoration. Now that I’m back in Washington I NEED a scarf. It’s supposed to snow this weekend. SNOW!

Winter has always signified a season of rest, hibernation and stillness. For me, this season seems to be more about growth. It’s like my body has confused Winter and Spring. I feel new ideas, new lessons and new relationships pushing out of me. Everywhere I turn I am confronted with another area of growth in my character and attitudes.

It’s been somewhat painful, but I’m used to new life being painful (I have four children, remember). The thing is that just like with delivering a new baby, you somehow forget…well, not forget, but the pain seems to dull in the presence of what you have been given.

STOP

Happy Friday everyone! I’m off for an overnight marriage retreat tonight! I may just sleep the entire time.

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