Inspired by the blog article this morning on the Art of Simple about cultivating friendships and the perfect timing of the need in my own life, I thought about this example:
I want to take the time to cultivate a garden.
But the thing about gardens is that they are not self seeding, self weeding or even self harvesting.
The work has to be done every season and sometimes weekly & daily. Same goes for our precious friendships that we cultivated seasons, even decades ago.
We can't walk away and leave them hoping for the same state as last year's crop.
Otherwise, in it, we will find quack-grass, dandelions, and weeds of all sorts where lush strawberries used to abound.
In this harried season (hence the last post), it is important to carve out time even if it seems as if there is none.
Thank you friends for being patient and urging me to remember what matters most.
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Tuesday, March 25, 2014
Sunday, October 27, 2013
a perfect fall day
Our fall welcome home party went off without a hitch, (despite the fact we were probably over capacity in every room of the house!) and we were blessed with joyful fellowship and laughter. Some of the images from the event follow. The menu turned out to be perfect for an oversized crowd... We didn't get an official head count but are thinking at lease seventy people came and went over the course of the day's festivities. Thank you all for coming, bringing cards, gifts, smiles and hugs. We were overwhelmed with your love! It was a day for the record books.
fall+friends & family+ food= freakin awesome.
menu & recipes:
pumpkin maple soup (i believe 6 pumpkins donated their lives for this hearty dish)proscuitto wrapped pears & blue cheese bites
dark chocolate sea salted caramel krispies (these were addicting!)
Thursday, September 5, 2013
eucharisteo in Molasses
Slow like molasses...

Time moves slow like molasses. Or should I say I feel like I am moving in
molasses amidst a spinning whirlwind. I am not sure exactly why this is
happening. All right, maybe I can give one reason time seems like a fickle
mistress. My husband of ten years will return to our home and our little lives
after being gone for almost 2 ½ long
years.
I have measured time in all sorts of fonts and formats. How
many more cups of coffee will I have until that fateful day in October arrives?
Too many. Each cup seems to pass through my mouth like sludge. My belly is
sated but I drink voraciously as if my present life couldn’t keep ticking if I
took my lips from the mug. As I gulp breaths of air in vain, I see the vessel
is empty and another day is done. Another cup of coffee finished in a rapid
slow motion.
In this midst of this limbo I have longed and yearned
vocally to the Lord. Please, take me away from this house- just for the
remaining weeks, days and hours I have left to abide in this no-man’s –land
dwelling. Anywhere but here, Lord. Didn’t I cry out this same plea at the
beginning of our sentence two years ago? Am I such an irreverent soul that I
learn not my lesson of ungratefulness the first time?
As I vocalized my growth and valleys to numerous sisters and
friends, I would transparently share in a slightly arrogant and reproachful
way: “I found myself wanting to move from the pain, escape it. As humans we
want to slip from under the pressing weight of discomfort and agony. Sometimes
we are meant to just abide in the “Dark Night of the Soul” and find God’s
redeeming love amidst the storm.” I would say. Like the Psalmist trying to have a self “pep talk” with my soul, I am reminding myself of truths I once learned, but like a
child have forgotten my way. I want out. Out of pain, waiting, enduring and
longing.
What can relieve this palpable state of gray? A splash of
color from a vacation? Distraction in a project? Mindless wandering elsewhere? A
shot (or two) of whiskey?
My heart knows the truest place I feel content is when I am
giving thanks. Ann Voskamp’s voice
has been a beacon in my ears. As I bustle throughout my days and chores- I
learn how to give thanks. You’d think something so simple would be easy. If it
were so, she wouldn’t have written a compelling book on one thing: eucharisteo: Giving Thanks. Self-diagnosing can be a dangerous sport when using a tool such
as WebMD. However, self-diagnosing CAN be done when the Holy Spirit is the one
actually doing the recommending. What have I been prescribed for this restless discontent
heart is THANKS.

“ Suffering nourishes grace.” “Labors of grief birth into greater grace. Isn’t this the crux of the Gospel?”- Ann Voskamp
In the coming 27
days, I will take the Joy Dare and “Give thanks in
all things”- finding the beauty, glory, joy, peace, rest and gifts that my
precious Saviour has lavished on me since the day of His death. How can I
demand anymore than that? I can’t. Yet, like a proud lover, he lavishes my days
with trinkets, tokens, gifts, words, blessings far beyond my comprehension to
create- if only I can have the eyes and ears to behold them.
27 days
of looking and
listening to my Saviour’s voice to keep me in a state of homeostasis
27 days
of learning to
consciously give thanks
27 days
and then 27x1,000,000 thereafter to be content.
Here is
September’s Joy Dare, will you join me?
Friday, August 16, 2013
weep with those who weep
"Rejoice with those who rejoice, weep with those who weep."
In case you haven't been following the violent crisis happening right now in Egypt, find out about the brutal massacres happening at the hands of brutal protesters and the Egyptian army. While the Muslim Brotherhood seeks to restore "democracy" with their beloved and ousted Mohammed Morsi, the Coptic Christians are left caught in the middle. Targeted not just for their neutral or negative stance against Morsi, but are being martyred as we speak, for their faith in Jesus Christ. The city is left in utter despair and ruins with no hope to see recovery on the near horizon. The city has also suppressed the civil rights of the citizens, as they put in a state of emergency - a throwback to the nearly 30 years of authoritarian rule under U.S. ally Hosni Mubarak, toppled by a popular uprising in 2011. While the Muslim mosques and Coptic Christian churches have been burnt to the ground, the Egyptian government's promises to rebuild falls on deaf ears. Right now there is fear. Right now there is opposition. Right now violence persists. No matter the faith, race or age, those in the middle of the crisis will be feeling the tumultuous ground shaking pains for a long time out. (heart-wrenching slideshow of the violence from CNN)
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| Muslim Brotherhood children are participants in the brutal protests |
Please pray for our fellow brothers and sisters in Egypt and throughout the world who face opposition from those who do not know the truth, but delight in evil. Pray for the innocent blood that is being shed, not just of Coptic Christians, but the Muslims and human rights activists caught in the midst of a coup. (although Obama has his hands tied and is reticent to call it a coup- so as to shake the current aid negotiations set to take place...)
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| A majority of the injured are those MB involved in the protests.. |
"Open your mouth, judge righteously, defend the rights of the poor and needy." - Proverbs 31:9 ESV
"Woe to those who decree iniquitous decrees, and the writers who keep writing oppression, to turn aside the needy from justice and to rob the poor of my people of their right, that widows may be their spoil, and that they may make the fatherless their prey!"-Isaiah 10:1-2
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
This ain't no drive-thru religion
Snack: A nibble here or there of granola bar, bites of this or that, enough to eat and run.
Dear Jesus,
Do I feast on you like a satisfying meal giving me strength and satiety?
or
Do I take nibbles of your Word, sips of prayer and crumbs of attentiveness to your Spirit?
If I were to encounter You lakeside on a beautiful sunny day like today, would my attention to you be divided and distracted? Could you count on me to pour liquid gold (my time and adoration) at your feet and not be worried over treasure lost?
ok, ok. maybe for a day or two i would rise early, stay in the hot sun, hang on your words and fall in love with you.
but love can fade if not tended on a normal basis. i don't mean a familial kind of love where once you are blood when you always "love" someone no matter the distance or detachment. i mean the verb love. the one that is active and alive.
i would (as i now do) fall into the reliability and predictability of life. the day-to-day grind. my feet would dance in the same two-step pattern they had taken the previous 24 hours.
The answers hurt because the truth of the matter is that my months, days, and hours are spent scurrying to and fro. Not staying, not lingering. But instead, nibbling your Gospel as if peanuts can fill this ravenous whole of myself. Your love, your sacrifice is food to be devoured like a burger to a starving beggar. Because, after all, that is what I am.
"Whoever feeds on my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life, and I will raise him up on the last day." John 6:54
Thursday, July 18, 2013
But we have hope.
But
we have hope.
All
throughout God’s Word, we hear the resonant sound of hope being rung. Overall,
this Hope that much of the New Testament (namely Paul’s writings) refers to is
something that we will see not here on Earth, but once we are resurrected with
Christ.
“the faith and love that spring from the hope stored up for you in heaven and about which you have already heard in the true message of the gospel” –Col1:5
But
I am reminded that just as we wait expectantly, this hope is doing something
beneficial in us as we wait for the Gospel to be fully realized in us.
Just as
I await the return of my husband to our home after a two and a half year
absence, I know that even in the midst of this painful waiting process, God is
doing a good work. So often I want to yell: “But what about in the meantime?! (July-October!)”
(Take heart, Ashley) Alas, Christ is working in both my heart and my husband’s. May
I wait like a bride for her husband in both aspects. Knowing that the one will
only be a foretaste to actually seeing my God on That Day.
So
I will not lose heart or hope in the waiting game, knowing that this “limbo” or
“almost but not yet” is the anticipation to a much sweeter future than I could
never imagine.
“In the same way, the gospel is bearing fruit and growing throughout the whole world—just as it has been doing among you since the day you heard it and truly understood God’s grace. “ -Col1:6
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
mamma said there'd be days like these
have you ever watched someone else's kids and found yourself to be on your best behavior with them AND your own? suddenly you are creative, patient and even cut up carrot sticks just so. If not, this post might still make sense... even though i didn't tell the whole facebook world today what a good mom i am (just telling the whole blogosphere) i did have the urge to update my status during each bonding moment. because today it was if i had a supervisor or other little kids making sure i was on my best "mom game". i didn't have any visitors, but i totally brought it. (if i do say so myself)
today i was the mom i always envisioned myself to be. life and sin gets in the way and usually i feel like i am carrying around a 100lb weight of guilt for all the "mommy things" i am not doing. well, someone should have been secretly video recording my day (and this day only) because I was all the things i hope to ever be to my little ones: patient, spontaneous, tickle-loving, hide-and-seek-playing, soccer ball kicking, devotional reading, cookie baking, craft making BOMB!
the reason i write all of this is not to show YOU or myself "see, was that so hard?" and feel the standard and pressure to live up to each day with my children to be super mom, but to remind myself that just like my bad days, i have good ones, too. Lord willing, these memories will outweigh the ones where i let them watch Curious George one too many times, give endless refills of goldfish, or I want to bake (or just simply do anything) alone.
today, God gave me a gift to be present with them and tend to their little hearts. tomorrow, i pray, i will have the same reserves and patience, but i am only human. thank you God, for loving me and speaking to my heart. (today's children's devo in Big Truths for Little Kids was on Samuel and the little boy who heard God's voice. )
P.S. the day still isn't over, so i am totally humble and praying that the other shoe could drop right in my face and all this mojo would be over. if that's the case, i will celebrate the little victories.
| pinterest "goo" recipe of cornstarch and dish soap! so great and a "clean" mess! |
the reason i write all of this is not to show YOU or myself "see, was that so hard?" and feel the standard and pressure to live up to each day with my children to be super mom, but to remind myself that just like my bad days, i have good ones, too. Lord willing, these memories will outweigh the ones where i let them watch Curious George one too many times, give endless refills of goldfish, or I want to bake (or just simply do anything) alone.
today, God gave me a gift to be present with them and tend to their little hearts. tomorrow, i pray, i will have the same reserves and patience, but i am only human. thank you God, for loving me and speaking to my heart. (today's children's devo in Big Truths for Little Kids was on Samuel and the little boy who heard God's voice. )
P.S. the day still isn't over, so i am totally humble and praying that the other shoe could drop right in my face and all this mojo would be over. if that's the case, i will celebrate the little victories.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
grass stains on a party dress
so, as much as i'd like to go to sleep, there is a concept that came to a giant mountain in my head as i lay in bed reading a chapter in Makoto Fujimura's book refractions, a journey of faith, art & culture. when he spoke about his largest installation "Golden Pine" commissioned by the Oxford House in Hong Kong, there was mention to his massive painting weathering, settling, and intentionally allowing the silver to tarnish over time.
this then reminded me of my art- while i have never applied gold leaf or intricate brush strokes to many of my paintings (think brash, bold moves and splatters of paint) I wouldn't mind it. but then again, my environment isn't conducive to "fine art"- my studio is primitive, cold and doesn't support museum like archival temperaments. so does this exclude me from the more sophisticated category and place me into a more volatile arts category, like that of Andy Goldsworthy, who uses mother nature at the canvas, medium and backdrop and is okay with the transformation and morphing of his creation- which inevitably dissolves in a hazy mist of ocean fog, a rushing tide, blowing wind or trampled by animal's hooves.
so, i got a new blouse at Nordstrom today (stay with me here). i've had a gift card from there for ages, so with a few events on the horizon, i felt like i had a (bit) of a handle on some vague fashion trends at the moment. (apparently bows, pleated skirts, and over sized shirts are in) i ended up having to return one shirt because it snagged easily. then i got home with blouse #2 and realize it scoots off the shoulders. intentionally, i am sure from the designer's perspective, but annoying to me. call me a boring mom, but i need my clothes to have function as much as fashion (ok, more function than fashion, actually) so how much does one put up with for the sake of beauty, aesthetics, etc.?
how much can we step outside the box we've been put in (age, demographic, society, environment, stage, maturity, etc) and find a tone that inspires others but also resonates within their core. i love some of the new sitcoms because while i don't work on a TV set (See: Up All Night & 30 Rock) i still find the comical leveling that reminds us how human we are that we get baby spit up on us and eat cheese puffs in our sweats on friday nights when it seems like everyone else is out partying it up. how much can i play joanna newsom to my friends without them covering their ears and still be normal enough to sit down to a game of mexican dominoes? how much can we share the Gospel in the world and understand the pain without indulging in the same vices?
these are just late night ponderings as i get ready to start a new painting and finding out just how eccentric i can be while still reaching the masses. do we just take out our good china (if i had it) and use it in picnics, wear tuxedos no matter the discomfort and perform to an audience that isn't there?
Monday, March 7, 2011
inspiration songs
In the midst of trials, I thought that I'd share with you some of the music that has uplifted and encouraged my spirit in these recent days. Some have been shared with me by a dear friend, some I have loved in the past and take on a much richer and new meaning. Others I just recently discovered.
In no particular order:
Amazed...... Desperation Band (Kendall, this might be an awesome one to lead worship)
Highest Place.....Desperation Band
In Feast or Fallow..... Sandra McCracken
If You Want Me To..... Ginny Owens*
Be Thou My Vision..... Ginny Owens
Run In the Night..... Jars of Clay
Call My Name..... Jars of Clay (feat. Thad Cockrell & Audrey Assad)
In Christ Alone..... Bethany Dillon & Matt Hammitt
Hope Now..... Addison Road
Shadow of Your Wings..... Jason Upton & Goodland Band
Between the Graveyard & the Garden..... Jason Upton & Goodland Band
My Beloved.... Kari Jobe
Dancing In the Minefields..... Andrew Peterson
Psalm 13..... Shane & Shane
(Actually the whole album of Psalms by Shane & Shane- the psalms have been my words when my heart aches and I have not the strength to articulate pain or joy)
In no particular order:
Amazed...... Desperation Band (Kendall, this might be an awesome one to lead worship)
Highest Place.....Desperation Band
In Feast or Fallow..... Sandra McCracken
If You Want Me To..... Ginny Owens*
Be Thou My Vision..... Ginny Owens
Run In the Night..... Jars of Clay
Call My Name..... Jars of Clay (feat. Thad Cockrell & Audrey Assad)
In Christ Alone..... Bethany Dillon & Matt Hammitt
Hope Now..... Addison Road
Shadow of Your Wings..... Jason Upton & Goodland Band
Between the Graveyard & the Garden..... Jason Upton & Goodland Band
My Beloved.... Kari Jobe
Dancing In the Minefields..... Andrew Peterson
Psalm 13..... Shane & Shane
(Actually the whole album of Psalms by Shane & Shane- the psalms have been my words when my heart aches and I have not the strength to articulate pain or joy)
Bless you and may the Lord use these to bring you closer to Him.
Monday, February 14, 2011
this is love
after an amazingly romantic weekend with my love in seattle, i thought that i might share a different kind of love on this v day. when we look at our own love lives- the way we show it to our significant others, we find that surprisingly, it is filled with much self-interest, jealousy, fickleness and just plain misdirected emotions. i have had my share of "lover's quarrels" and spats over my lifetime and will, unfortunately continue to do so (hopefully on a less frequent basis). our society & culture is so in need of love- but have a hard time getting past the sin that marrs it, but we are not left without an example of real love.
thank goodness we are not left with an existential feeling of despair that all is hopeless & fleeting in regards to amore. God gave us ultimate love- and the purest form of it:
This is real love--not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as a sacrifice to take away our sins.
1 John 4:10
so, while we are left to fend for ourselves in finding out if we should make a steak dinner, buy roses or lillies, jewlery or chocolate, we are not left without an example of true, selfless love. i pray that this valentine's day you are able to seek Him, and model His love in your life. that will be the ultimate gift that even Hallmark's missing out on.
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| anneli anderson, potter |
This is real love--not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as a sacrifice to take away our sins.
1 John 4:10
so, while we are left to fend for ourselves in finding out if we should make a steak dinner, buy roses or lillies, jewlery or chocolate, we are not left without an example of true, selfless love. i pray that this valentine's day you are able to seek Him, and model His love in your life. that will be the ultimate gift that even Hallmark's missing out on.
Monday, February 7, 2011
a post with an agenda

so spring is around the corner, so along with my renewed vigor for all things gardening related, my food justice bone has been flexed. (can you flex your bones?) while the topic is so vast and filled with politics, conspiracy theories, dirty lobbyists, and points and counterpoints, i plan to share some resources with you and my view from a humble theoligical perspective.
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| To Garden With God, by Christine Sine |
as with many things i felt compelled to open my mouth and share my passionate distain for the corrupt & greedy side of gardening. in a word it could be summarized by saying Montsano . while i wouldn't go so far as to call it the Halliburton or Enron of agriculture... some would. whether you object to the scientific practice of genetically modifying seeds, or the slew of ecosystems that have been altered and/or killed due to the harsh chemicals, this monolith has also oppressed many small time famers that do not have the backing to fight against such giants. an article in Vanity Fair addresses one aspect of their evil here:
another giant still that threatens the american people and health is none other than another media favorite, (que the duh duh duh) Corn Sugar... formerly known as High Fructose Corn Syrup. yay, smart source groups have changed the name to a more palatable name. while many say the jury is still out on its health and medical detriments- one thing is for sure, the mega crop used not necessarily for corn consumption, but the fructose counterpart is a threat to the earth. its effects of planting the crops (also soy has the same effects in the U.S.) as a "monocrop" is not natural to the environment thus rendering the soil depleted of its nutrients and relying more and more on fertilizers and pesticides.Most Americans know Monsanto because of what it sells to put on our lawns— the ubiquitous weed killer Roundup. What they may not know is that the company now profoundly influences—and one day may virtually control—what we put on our tables. For most of its history Monsanto was a chemical giant, producing some of the most toxic substances ever created, residues from which have left us with some of the most polluted sites on earth. Yet in a little more than a decade, the company has sought to shed its polluted past and morph into something much different and more far-reaching—an “agricultural company” dedicated to making the world “a better place for future generations.” Still, more than one Web log claims to see similarities between Monsanto and the fictional company “U-North” in the movie Michael Clayton, an agribusiness giant accused in a multibillion-dollar lawsuit of selling an herbicide that causes cancer.
the toil that our overconsumption takes on the earth (ok, some call it a 'global footprint') to me is less of a political and 'green' concern persay, but one of stewardship. so often the very people that scoff at the mention of using less, more sustainability and any hint that our fast paced lifestyle is affecting the environment are sometimes very often the people who keep meticiculously green & manicured lawns, a balance bank account, and a well running car... as fellow Christians, they do this in name of "stewardship". my only plea to both sides would be that we would see our stewardship on this earth would ring out further than our mailboxes. be it CAFOs (chicken factories), obliterating ecosystems with the use of pesticides, or animals treated with antibiotics and fed questionable meals they were never meant to eat- there is a trickle down effect to the farmer and their hancuffed obligation to the "man" and the voracious consumer who wants more more more and cheap cheap cheap.
i end all of this with the hugest disclosure that i am a hypocrite- i ate fried chicken from Safeway the other day (assuredly it is not free-range, local and sustainably raised), i have shopped at mega-marts that sell cheap goods by means of oppressing the makers of that good. the list goes on. it'd be hard to live in america and not have a Liz Lemon moment on 30 Rock when she she realizes the ec0-friendly "butt-minimizing" jeans she's in love with are not really made in USA but the leftovers from Halliburton and made by orphans on a prison island name Usa... Ok, that's a colorful example, but I am not dellusional to think that my day to day spendatures don't affect someone. and that's perhaps all i am asking of my fellow brothers and sisters in Christ. that would would be aware of our careless actions. we should take account of such verses as Zech. 7:10, Jeremiah 5:28, Jere 7:6...
"Do not oppress the widow or the fatherless, the alien or the poor. In your hearts do not think evil of each other.''
I believe we have a responsibility as followers of Jesus that we would reflect Him as we go about our day. to think of our actions and be aware of the consequences. to seek justice for the oppressed. to not opress and prostitute ourselves in the name of convenience. to take in less as a choice- not because its easy but because our focus is not comfort but our goal is to make disciples of all nations and show people the love of Christ.
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