tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818539845865209042024-02-01T21:27:25.232-08:00Everyday BlessingsElizabeth Anne Mayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819562965329671851noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681853984586520904.post-20374165542386090182011-12-11T19:12:00.000-08:002011-12-11T19:12:43.161-08:00Respecting Your Personal Blueprint<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzcImrQ3U4DJFYIApag79AE2p0BnnjDwzP2wfqwqUtcZjdziUqV5MviIU2ZxOPvKRmYTY7JB9Qcy6TRTrb-6rXUAMs-7M6z1w2zAL78Kx3lFbGD1nduGHHDeFfgIjmxt6NFleq-Vz68EkU/s1600/beth+blue+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="251" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzcImrQ3U4DJFYIApag79AE2p0BnnjDwzP2wfqwqUtcZjdziUqV5MviIU2ZxOPvKRmYTY7JB9Qcy6TRTrb-6rXUAMs-7M6z1w2zAL78Kx3lFbGD1nduGHHDeFfgIjmxt6NFleq-Vz68EkU/s320/beth+blue+copy.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
I'm not what you'd call a chic type. I don't like to put on makeup. I don't think I've ever been at the cutting edge of a fashion trend. I wear hats far too often because fixing my hair just seems like a waste of time.<br />
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But, somehow, I do manage to look put together every now and then. And, when I do, I have to admit I feel pretty good about myself. But, the rest of the time, I find myself feeling guilty. <br />
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"I really should've taken the time to flat-iron my hair," I'll think.<br />
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"Look at Mia's mom," I'll muse. "I've never once seen her in a hat. She always looks immaculately groomed. What's wrong with me?"<br />
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Well, a couple things, it turns out.<br />
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One, spending time in the bathroom getting ready is downright dangerous these days. I have a very active 20-month-old boy (in addition to my 6- and 8-year-old daughters). While I have attempted to put on mascara or blow dry my hair, he has:<br />
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* Shattered a glass votive holder on my ceramic tile floor.<br />
* Dipped his hands in the toilet.<br />
* Spread cotton balls and Q-tips all over the bathroom.<br />
* Either unrolled an entire roll of toilet paper or shredded it.<br />
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I'm sure I'm missing something here.<br />
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Ah, yes ... screamed for attention, re-arranged his sisters' bedrooms, and poked both of his fingers in the dog's eyes. I can't even make this stuff up.<br />
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So, half the time, it's not worth trying. Not to mention that he has a way of, um, putting his own mark on my "look." He's adept at ripping off necklaces and has broken several, and he almost always ensures I have a nice food smudge or two on my shoulder.<br />
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So, my son is my first excuse.<br />
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My second excuse is simple. It's just me. I'm not a girly girl. It's not who I am or where my strengths lie. I can make a mean apple pie, and I ran my first half-marathon this spring. Oh, and if there's something crafty you need done, give me a call. I love that kind of stuff.<br />
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Rather than beating myself up, or trying to be something I'm not, these days, I'm trying to be at peace with who God created me to be. In His infinite knowledge, He has made us all different. We all have our own God-given skills to share with this world.<br />
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Mine<i> isn't</i> telling you the best place to get the coolest new handbag... But I can tell you how to applique cute patches on your kids' jeans. It's super-easy. Oh, and I have a great chocolate mousse recipe. And, did I ever mention you can make this homemade hand lotion that really rocks?<br />
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</div><div style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">As each has received a gift, use it to serve one another, as good stewards of God’s varied grace.</div><div style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"> <b>1 Peter 4:10, ESV</b></div>Elizabeth Anne Mayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819562965329671851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681853984586520904.post-29162859412746554242011-05-17T07:11:00.000-07:002011-05-17T07:11:38.235-07:00Papers and Knicknacks and Tchotckes, Oh My!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIb3tJ0SOjk-MGwe-gSS2-TrX6z2IPxMoHddSZPGXovyQk2VqBpYh-dUFslqcXc6qdkSFyjTp2MV388rHYeFHfa1TNNlm9ECnV3h1RNMk0uSWyqpgAfyAQx0gnJEBPFIxwM2ES6m1_NKkk/s1600/IMG_5822.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIb3tJ0SOjk-MGwe-gSS2-TrX6z2IPxMoHddSZPGXovyQk2VqBpYh-dUFslqcXc6qdkSFyjTp2MV388rHYeFHfa1TNNlm9ECnV3h1RNMk0uSWyqpgAfyAQx0gnJEBPFIxwM2ES6m1_NKkk/s400/IMG_5822.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
I love a clean house. A clutter-free kitchen. A freshly made bed.<br />
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I crave clear, wide swaths of carpet. I dream of smooth coffee tables and kitchen tables and side tables and desks, with a few artfully placed accents.<br />
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I feel like I can take a big breath of relief and just relax when things are tidy.<br />
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Which is...<br />
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A. At 10 o'clock at night for about an hour before I collapse into bed.<br />
Or<br />
B. Never.<br />
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Oh, did I mention I have kids? Three kids (8, 6, and 1)?<br />
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Did I happen to note that they are art freaks, nature aficionados, and tchotcke connoisseurs? You can see it in the collections that inhabit every flat surface, that swirl and eddy around the corners of closets, furniture, and every nook and cranny imaginable.<br />
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You can see my dilemma. You live it too if you have kids. <br />
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But here's the problem with aspiring to a clean, tidy home: It can become an impossibility, an obsession, an idol we pursue above more important goals. <br />
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Thanks to a very thoughtful friend, I've been reading Sarah Young's delightful little book, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Jesus-Calling-Enjoying-Peace-Presence/dp/1596447370?ie=UTF8&tag=diy365&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">Jesus Calling: Enjoying Peace in His Presence</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=diy365&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=1596447370" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" />, which she lent me.<br />
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Because Sarah is infinitely smoother-tongued than I, I'll quote from the entry that hit the bullseye for me.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">You yearn for a simplified lifestyle, so that your communication with Me can be uninterrupted. But I challenge you to relinquish the fantasy of an uncluttered world. Accept each day just as it comes, and find Me in the midst of it all.</span></i></div><br />
Yes, that's me, to a T. How often do I wait to seek God until just one more thing is crossed off my to-do list?<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">A successful day is one in which you have stayed in touch with Me, even if many things remain undone at the end of the day. Do not let your to-do list (written or mental) become an idol directing your life. Instead, ask My Spirit to guide you moment by moment. He will keep you close to Me.</span></i></div>Elizabeth Anne Mayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819562965329671851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681853984586520904.post-84598222568900452472011-03-10T07:32:00.000-08:002011-03-10T07:32:50.989-08:00Going The Distance<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkT3tC3dz9NEgZ3N7ZTneEFrNFtGZhGuC7hQZoR5L2oUx6GVJh9oOu9hNJt_mRxov3Bv4AK4kGSCsFl0NpP6FTVCjmw_ia3qxV_hbTK5o2_YkdlQQiM4usGxaCg6zDwONPh_9NxJlBaIFI/s1600/running.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkT3tC3dz9NEgZ3N7ZTneEFrNFtGZhGuC7hQZoR5L2oUx6GVJh9oOu9hNJt_mRxov3Bv4AK4kGSCsFl0NpP6FTVCjmw_ia3qxV_hbTK5o2_YkdlQQiM4usGxaCg6zDwONPh_9NxJlBaIFI/s320/running.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/b-tal/3419761761/">Photo Credit</a></span></div><br />
There's a certain level of discomfort we runners have to come to terms with. Fatigue, aching muscles, burning lungs. Especially when we first start out.<br />
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When I was a freshman, I planned to run cross-country. So, the summer before I entered high school, I decided to prepare for the seemingly impossible task of running three miles without stopping. I began jogging the pancake-flat roads in rural Brown County, Ohio (outside Cincinnati), on hot summer afternoons, dust kicking up behind me. Oftentimes, it seemed like I could hardly run another step, though I knew I'd barely reached a mile. It was hard. I was sweaty. My breath came in huge gasps. It seemed to take forever.<br />
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I wasn't cut out for this, I thought. I quit.<br />
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I saved my energies for the shorter, flashier distances of track, which I loved. There was nothing like the powerful spurt of a sprint and the adrenaline rush of overcoming your opponent.<br />
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But, after high school, I wasn't running 200- or 400-meter sprints anymore, and jogging sounded like a good plan. I started slow, short 2- or 3-mile distances, whenever the mood struck. No regular routine. After college, a workplace relay team formed for the marathon. My leg was 5.5 miles. I almost gave up. It was hard. My legs ached. I found that around my hilly Pittsburgh neighborhood the best 4-mile training loop involved an epic 1/2-mile-long hill so steep at one point you could actually walk it faster than trying to jog. It became a thing, between that hill and me. Making it to the top without stopping; making it through the run without stopping.<br />
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Now, through three kids and more years than I like to say, I still run. Not constantly, and not obsessively, but I run. And, I've become somewhat immune to the discomfort.<br />
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"I ran up The Hill three times yesterday," I said to my husband recently. We're both training for the Pittsburgh half-marathon this year.<br />
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"Are you crazy?" he replied. It's another neighborhood hill. Steep, and if you stop to think of it when you're running up, impossibly hard. But, if you can do it once in a day, I've found you can do it three times (and probably more).<br />
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It kind of reminds me of life. Lots of things are hard. For me, it's raising kids and being the Christian I'm called to be. It would be easier to have a cup of coffee and watch HGTV than challenge myself with reading a Bible passage. It would be easier to not fight the battles of respect and hard work with my kids and let them do as they please.<br />
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Way too often I take the easy route. I disengage, I back down, I get distracted by shiny things. I start thinking, this is hard, it's taking too long, I might get sweaty.<br />
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Just like when I'm running a hill, I need to remember the basics. Stay on your toes and lean into the hill. Don't overthink it. And above all, keep moving, however slow.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><i>Dear Lord: </i><i>While I may be used to pushing myself physically in exercise, I'm lax when it comes to my mind and soul. Help me to get in spiritual shape. </i></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Help me remember that it's okay to struggle; that, in fact, it's good for me. It's hard to be a good wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend, writer. And, that's okay. My struggles bring me that much closer to You.</span> </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Elizabeth Anne Mayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819562965329671851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681853984586520904.post-58160988573833113152011-02-07T07:57:00.000-08:002011-02-07T07:57:12.445-08:00A New Set of Eyes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg44yVsI3CZxyz5Y_mdILu1C9JtaaBAHnOgsaoUVJAAdoVZ9STzCEm5YlZKsd9pxLGYNTVZ5fCfUvXO5AUMAvYmjawbrpLIXLVUzjuD0rMzdoaZgXvYRimhVIAgpx2F3web2DRHxzgeufz0/s1600/glasses.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg44yVsI3CZxyz5Y_mdILu1C9JtaaBAHnOgsaoUVJAAdoVZ9STzCEm5YlZKsd9pxLGYNTVZ5fCfUvXO5AUMAvYmjawbrpLIXLVUzjuD0rMzdoaZgXvYRimhVIAgpx2F3web2DRHxzgeufz0/s320/glasses.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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I've often thought I could use a sense upgrade. A new set of eyes, a better sense of smell. I usually think it metaphorically.<br />
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It's when I suddenly look at the world around me with a better appreciation for what it has to offer. The blackness of bare branches against a bright blue winter sky. The overwhelming scent of honeysuckle on a June evening. The soft shush of the creek that runs behind our house.<br />
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I think to myself: Why don't I notice this every day and revel in it?<br />
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But, for some of us, habitual glasses and contact-wearers, we really could use a new set of eyes--say, one with a slightly different curvature of the cornea.<br />
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It's really that simple. A flatter or steeper cornea is really all most of need to say goodbye to glasses.<br />
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More than 10 years ago, I worked for a small PR agency. Though it was the most harrowing seven months of my professional career (due to two control-freak/schizophrenic boss-owners), one good thing came out of it. I got an insider's view of laser vision correction surgery.<br />
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One of my clients was an ophthalmology group, and a key part of their practice was laser vision correction. I got to hear all the pros and cons of the procedure (though there really weren't many cons), and I got to sit in on focus groups with people who had gone through PRK or LASIK surgeries. The feedback was overwhelmingly positive-- it was life-changing, they said.<br />
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Then and there, I made myself a little promise: This is something I will do for myself one day.<br />
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That day came three Fridays ago--January 21, 2011.<br />
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I still keep thinking I need to reach for my glasses at night, or take out my contacts. A glasses-wearer since I was five, and a contact-wearer since ten, it's going to be a hard habit to break.<br />
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But, I think I can live with that...<br />
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The miracle of the surgery isn't that your vision is necessarily any different or better, but... <b>it is always there.</b><br />
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And, it's not just there through a layer of glass or thin contact polymer. <br />
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It's kind of like our vision as corrected by God. When we're tuned into God and His plan for our life, we see things differently. Sure, our world is often the same about us, but an extra layer of care and concern and hassle is removed. We see obstacles as challenges and accept them gracefully. we view every day tasks as a blessing.<br />
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That's a heavenly kind of vision correction I could really get used to! <br />
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<div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;">The eye is the lamp of the body. If your eyes are good, your whole body will be full of light.</div><div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"> <b>Matthew 6:22</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #660000;">Dear Lord: I thank You for the marvelous blessing of my new physical eyesight, but I also pray that You will continue to remind me of the importance of my interior eye. Help sculpt and train my spiritual eyesight, so that my soul will be filled with Your radiance and light. Amen.</b></div>Elizabeth Anne Mayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819562965329671851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681853984586520904.post-22853480935917805042011-01-20T06:51:00.000-08:002011-01-20T06:51:47.283-08:00Stop. Smell. Roses.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidEZga1BqLyzgy6u8G-QISwYT-App0-Db7rDcVh7js0oL2_rm9jerUPvi2RK7W0dU6SgwBfr5KAnkluI2GOPzb6NJRLs8XKcJ0rzq2OUhO8HoE38wH2ppvVaWs8zW1EhG1Amrecpw21tni/s1600/stop+roses.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidEZga1BqLyzgy6u8G-QISwYT-App0-Db7rDcVh7js0oL2_rm9jerUPvi2RK7W0dU6SgwBfr5KAnkluI2GOPzb6NJRLs8XKcJ0rzq2OUhO8HoE38wH2ppvVaWs8zW1EhG1Amrecpw21tni/s400/stop+roses.jpg" width="300" /></a></div>I resolve to be present. I resolve to live more in the moment.<br />
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Another word for this is mindfulness.<br />
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It's actually a key Buddhist principle, but I was first introduced to the concept by a nun.<br />
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Sister Donna was a feisty nun who taught basket weaving at a convent just north of downtown Pittsburgh. (Actually, she's probably there, though it's been close to 10 years since I took her class).<br />
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One night as I was botching my weaving, Sister Donna shared with us a little pamphlet on mindfulness. I was intrigued.<br />
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You're brushing your teeth, it explained. When was the last time you remember feeling the bristles in your mouth or the precise mint taste of your toothpaste? When was the last time you used all five senses to fully experience a moment?<br />
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Well, heck if I knew. But, it sounded like a good idea.<br />
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Life moves on, as it always does, and three kids and many responsibilities later, mindfulness has become that much more important.<br />
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And that much harder to achieve.<br />
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Mindfulness in the Buddhist tradition is described as a calm awareness of one's body functions and feelings--a sort of meditation prerequisite. Evidently, mindfulness also has many therapeutic applications in Western psychology...accepting things as they are and living now, without carrying the baggage of the past, or worrying about the future.<br />
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Makes sense.<br />
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But, Buddhism and counseling aside, what's God's take?<br />
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In my quiet times with God, when everyday concerns creep in and distract, He tells me to lift my eyes to higher things, to focus on this moment with Him.<br />
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In my daily life when all I can do is stare blindly down at the path to be trod in front of me, He tells me to lift my eyes and look around me. How much I miss when my gaze is trained on pavement, rather than the trees, sky, and the wonders of the wide world He created.<br />
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Look up, He counsels gently, look around you. Treasure what you have. <br />
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<div style="color: red; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Lift up your eyes and look to the heavens: Who created all these? He who brings out the starry host one by one and calls forth each of them by name. Because of his great power and mighty strength, not one of them is missing.</span></b></div><div style="color: #660000; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #660000;">Isaiah 40:26 </span></span></b></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chickencat">Photo Credit</a></span></div><br />
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<a href="http://www.blogger.com/"></a>Elizabeth Anne Mayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819562965329671851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681853984586520904.post-71355105089580471422011-01-11T11:19:00.000-08:002011-01-11T11:19:05.789-08:00Living in the Moment<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx_CtoR4mXK7ZidI4adW_QZFwe6wMqCLLIVkbCVeWg2eYxu8VLreMm6b9o05Q9MEMJW9vk16zc-WyhbbbTTXzObdA9GVJb2QIds8ZT4mI-jcv3aQW5j0kqyWQAUFNb2b-ofUtwv3O-00WQ/s1600/107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx_CtoR4mXK7ZidI4adW_QZFwe6wMqCLLIVkbCVeWg2eYxu8VLreMm6b9o05Q9MEMJW9vk16zc-WyhbbbTTXzObdA9GVJb2QIds8ZT4mI-jcv3aQW5j0kqyWQAUFNb2b-ofUtwv3O-00WQ/s400/107.JPG" width="400" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Photo, Elizabeth May, Copyright 2011 </span></div><br />
We're eleven days deep into January.<br />
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If I had to guess, I'd say most people are in one of three camps when it comes to New Year's Resolutions. They're either: a. working mightily to stick to their goals, b. thinking they should probably get going on those resolutions, but already they can't quite remember what they were, or c. aren't thinking about resolutions at all, because they just didn't bother.<br />
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For me, it's "D, None of the Above" this year. I fully intend to resolve some things, um, some really important things. <br />
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You may say it's a little late, but in my book, 2011 is young, a mere newborn babe.<br />
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So, here I go:<br />
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1. I resolve to seek God daily.<br />
2. I resolve to be present.<br />
3. I resolve to get moving.<br />
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Number one is self-explanatory, but, nonetheless, essential. <br />
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Number two refers to my problem of letting the minuate of life exert its tyranny over me on a daily basis. Sometimes it seems like I can think of little else than a running to-do list.<br />
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I'm tired of walking around with a chant of clean-bathrooms-renew-library-books-get-to-karate-on-time-plan-dinner like some kind of fanatic domestic monk.<br />
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So I resolve to be present here, now, in this moment. To truly savor my family, nature, everything--more.<br />
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And, last, I resolve to make time to be active again. Taking walks, jogging, commiting to a workout class. Doing something that's both healthy and renewing for me.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #990000;">God, I struggle mightily to do it all on my own. To keep the dishes at bay, the fridge stocked, the mail and paperwork sorted, the laundry folded, the bathrooms cleaned. And, all this with a constant stream of little voices expressing ongoing needs, questions, and demands. Help me to learn that a clean, organized, cozy home--while desirable--shouldn't be pursued above all else. Teach me that caring for my family's emotional and spiritual needs means more. Allow me to slow down and do more by doing less. Help me to give of myself and my time willingly. Amen.</span></b></div>Elizabeth Anne Mayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819562965329671851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681853984586520904.post-25835154469649540842010-12-15T06:59:00.000-08:002010-12-15T06:59:46.953-08:00Waiting for God<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheHkTzyleiAXEI5g85ltWyYDP1f2K1j5x4yxUTbfuKEluOWeXL0cEilTqVr_DpEUTyR4lyy7GjEauHmJNQhtTbTzVGiNHeptVylu6zpxJJwxwB-OxzssVlmut7ADBl5rRJhFLXTZkadIc9/s1600/advent+candles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheHkTzyleiAXEI5g85ltWyYDP1f2K1j5x4yxUTbfuKEluOWeXL0cEilTqVr_DpEUTyR4lyy7GjEauHmJNQhtTbTzVGiNHeptVylu6zpxJJwxwB-OxzssVlmut7ADBl5rRJhFLXTZkadIc9/s400/advent+candles.jpg" width="400" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_133599641"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Photo Credit </span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Waiting is not a very popular attitude. Waiting is not something that people think about with great sympathy. In fact, most people consider waiting a waste of time. ... For many people, waiting is an awful desert between where they are and where they want to go. And people do not like such a place. They want to get out of it by doing something.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
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In preparation for the Advent season this year, before all the craziness I talked about in my last post hit us, I purchased two devotionals. The first, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Let-Every-Heart-Family-Devotional/dp/1577485734?ie=UTF8&tag=diy365&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">Let Every Heart</a>, I'm using with my girls. It's an older book, and it can be purchased used nice and cheap from Amazon (which is what I did)! To be honest, though it's billed as a family devotional, it would be better for pre-teens and teens, in terms of the level of the writing.<br />
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However, we enjoy the hymns that precede each devotional, and the singing helps prepare our hearts for the message to come. The devotions themselves are short and include questions for discussion at the end, as well as a little ending prayer. This devotional is good for me on days when I'm short on time, because it doesn't take long to read. I just find myself paraphrasing as I go for my girls, 5 and 7. (The 5-year-old has a short attention span and doesn't seem to be getting much out of it, but the 7-year-old is listening.)<br />
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I'm sure there are better kid Advent devotionals out there, but for us, this is the first time we have been more intentional about devotions and Advent. So, it's more about the exercise itself that is important to our family.<br />
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For myself, I bought <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Watch-Light-Readings-Advent-Christmas/dp/1570755418?ie=UTF8&tag=diy365&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">Watch for the Light</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=diy365&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=1570755418" style="border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important; padding: 0px ! important;" width="1" />, which is a collection of Advent and Christmas readings, including pieces by C.S. Lewis, Annie Dilliard, Thomas Merton, and more. (There's even a Sylvia Plath poem.) These are meatier readings, worthy of more time and thought. I have only read about three or four so far. One was too stuffy and didactic, but the others I've really enjoyed. I like the scholarly feeling of this book.<br />
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I really loved Henri Nouwen's piece, "Waiting for God" (also the title of this post) and the source of the beginning quote). I like how it gets me thinking. I'm not a waiter; I'm a doer. I'm terribly impatient.<br />
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But, God asks us to wait.<br />
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Consider Nouwen's insights on purposeful waiting. He explains how, in the beginning of the gospel of Luke, we see Mary and Elizabeth, waiting. But, this is no ordinary waiting; they are waiting with a sense of promise. Of course, they are both with child, but their situation teaches us that if we believe we have the seed of promise within us, we are ready for waiting, God-style.<br />
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"We can only really wait if what we we are waiting for has already begun for us. So waiting is never a movement from nothing to something. It is always a movement from something to something more," says Nouwen.<br />
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Nouwen also teaches us the benefits of what he terms "active waiting." He says it's all about being present in the moment. That's a lesson worth learning for an impatient doer like me, often distracted with tasks and lists of "what's next" scrolling through my brain.<br />
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"Active waiting means ... the conviction that something is happening where you are and that you want to be present to it. A waiting person is someone who is present to the moment, who believes that this moment is <i>the</i> moment."<br />
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<div style="color: red; text-align: center;"><b>Dear Lord: During this season of Advent, of preparing for the day we celebrate your birth, teach us how to wait. Help us learn that you have planted the seed of promise within each and every one of us, if only we believe. Help us learn to have faith that you can do something miraculous through us, if only we wait patiently. Embue us with a sense of hope and purpose that allows us to do this important work of waiting, while still being present to the moment. Amen.</b></div>Elizabeth Anne Mayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819562965329671851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681853984586520904.post-18294570322111526482010-12-13T08:39:00.000-08:002010-12-13T08:41:49.219-08:00Keeping it Simple for the Holidays<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJLAmKkH6Fr7cfoARbC-5_yaIhm1OvV8usS61oipX_Q8cMAMxf-8leyZNURQlwkGt0oL7G0-LLIeNteWg1ziwIQ6U1FR6_olLetLZCehafy8GuxgtbtzJySi1hKmLR9nWhZhOolWWSGcIG/s1600/IMG_4492.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJLAmKkH6Fr7cfoARbC-5_yaIhm1OvV8usS61oipX_Q8cMAMxf-8leyZNURQlwkGt0oL7G0-LLIeNteWg1ziwIQ6U1FR6_olLetLZCehafy8GuxgtbtzJySi1hKmLR9nWhZhOolWWSGcIG/s400/IMG_4492.JPG" width="400" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Photo Credit: Beth May, Copyright 2010 </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>I'm a bit of a type A personality. If I'm doing something, I'm doing it all the way. No in-between for me. You can imagine what the holidays are like in our family. We go out to the tree farm and hand cut our tree; we have a tree decorating party that night with fancy drinks and fruit trays and hors d oeuvres (this is just for the five of us); we decorate inside and out; we bake multiple kinds of cookies; we wrap each gift ourselves; we make sure our Christmas cards are out the first week of the month; we listen to Christmas music; we DVR every Christmas movie we don't already own; we go into the city for special holiday activities (this year it was touring a historic mansion, but we've done ice skating downtown, carriage rides, candelit visits to the area's conservatory).<br />
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I love all of it. It doesn't feel like too much--well, not usually.<br />
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But, this year God is telling me something. He started out with Thanksgiving. We were all so sick with the stomach flu we had to postpone the holiday until Friday. It was nice, but not quite the same. My mom was still feeling badly when we left Ohio. We just assumed it was the virus. At the same time, back in Pittsburgh, my father in law had spent Thanksgiving in the hospital.<br />
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Over the past few weeks, my mom has not gotten better, but has undergone multiple tests and doctor visits. For the first time ever, she doesn't have any Christmas decorations up yet. (And, in case you were wondering, she's the one who cultivated in me my love for all things Christmas by setting the perfect example.) She suffers from multiple health issues, and it's hard for anyone--doctors included--to quickly pinpoint what exactly is wrong at a given time and come up with a quick course of treatment, but we are all optimistic that she'll get this flare or attack or event under control soon. We're saying lots of prayers. <br />
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My father in law ended up having surgery a little over a week ago. He's hanging in there. The surgery was necessary, and hopefully will get his condition under control, once he heals, but it will be a process. He's still in a lot of pain. We are saying many prayers.<br />
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We're also working through some other issues within our family--and we're just at the beginning of a long road to change. If you can imagine, it has been a serious November/December. My husband and I take refuge in the joy our kids bring, and we've been keeping up with the demands of everyday life, as we all must do, even in the face of sadness, or change, or even tragedy.<br />
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But, these things take their toll, and I've been feeling a bit down (which I hear is quite normal during the holidays; it's just never been the case for me before). You might think I'm leading up to say that I'm down because the events swirling around our families have conspired to put me behind in my holiday merry-making, but, somehow, they haven't. The house is decorated fully; the cards out; the carols and movies cranked full volume; the cookies begun.<br />
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But the price? No personal devotions, no blog posts (pretty silly that a Christian-themed blog has been silent during the first three Sundays in Advent), no down time.<br />
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As usual, my best friend and husband have to swoop in to remind me: Do you NEED to do this, or that, or that? Can't you simplify? Get help. Take a break. So I'm quieting down, calming down--asking myself with each little thing I pick up--do I really need to do this? Usually the answer is No. It's hard for the perfectionist in me. Really hard.<br />
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Ironically, I'm trying to slow down and be more thoughtful during the busiest time of the year. I have two different Advent devotionals that I'll talk about in my next post that are helping me. They're teaching me about waiting--a most appropriate attitude for Advent. Waiting for family members' health to improve, waiting for God's resolution to some weighty problems, waiting for the day we can rejoice in our Savior's birth--no matter what happens with our earthly concerns.Elizabeth Anne Mayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819562965329671851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681853984586520904.post-25005385161447670572010-11-21T20:05:00.000-08:002010-11-21T20:05:34.154-08:00Thinking of Thankfulness<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv7hZSX815M7FQ2tSbsKj-XejYt-BKKtHVqWQxLaE4EaWpmc5d1Ifve5IRD2c78qHobpUef_CqLrQ632LwtXL-6av4bYmrDfRZZ91FomQqL0JgBipPjSzW7_jMlZBN7RXIFKNAWYez0NaS/s1600/ray+of+light+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv7hZSX815M7FQ2tSbsKj-XejYt-BKKtHVqWQxLaE4EaWpmc5d1Ifve5IRD2c78qHobpUef_CqLrQ632LwtXL-6av4bYmrDfRZZ91FomQqL0JgBipPjSzW7_jMlZBN7RXIFKNAWYez0NaS/s400/ray+of+light+2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/7965295@N06/1312173888/"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"> Photo Credit</span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>In a month that we often find ourselves thinking of thankfulness, I've been thinking about un-thankfulness too. Putting a spotlight on thankfulness has shown me the flaws that often lurk in the dark corners of my heart. Selfishness. Discontent. Jealousy.<br />
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I typically put Bible verses at the end of my posts, but this scripture really hit home, so I'd like to put it front and center:<br />
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<div style="color: #660000; text-align: center;">"Although they knew God, they did not glorify Him as God, nor were thankful but became futile in their thoughts, and their foolish hearts were darkened." </div><div style="color: #660000; text-align: center;"><b>Romans 1:21, NKJV</b></div><br />
<i>Oh, God, how you know me! </i><br />
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I believe in God, but all too often I do not glorify Him as I ought. And, that's when it happens. I become selfish, negative, sharp with my kids and husband, and envious of others.<br />
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Or, as the verse more eloquently puts it: I become futile in my thoughts, and my foolish heart is darkened.<br />
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Thanksgiving day is almost here, and while it may be all too easy for us--flawed humans that we are--to get wrapped up in the stress of preparing a big meal, traveling, or thinking ahead to Christmas to-dos, we need to know God.<br />
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To remember God in the midst of it all. To seek Him without ceasing. Now more than ever.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Dear Lord: Please shine your light into our hearts, souls, and minds. Illuminate our flaws so we may see them and learn to live better. Bless us and our families with a safe, nourishing, and joyful Thanksgiving. </span></div>Elizabeth Anne Mayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819562965329671851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681853984586520904.post-85477091218653854522010-11-16T07:45:00.000-08:002010-11-21T20:26:36.770-08:00Finding Beauty in Unlikely Places<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd_7JzEOQeu94qxfG4fbYjYBx0rEW4T9aNJApJVi-bmNJrZl8NzmtUaf_j-WSKfzX6BlEgOSWQSTDbaI6ozjjS1bUIk3U-e96vncLOdFr8NE0OCkifqF-sCzLph7RJjb6so1pqB3gbJrsI/s1600/102+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd_7JzEOQeu94qxfG4fbYjYBx0rEW4T9aNJApJVi-bmNJrZl8NzmtUaf_j-WSKfzX6BlEgOSWQSTDbaI6ozjjS1bUIk3U-e96vncLOdFr8NE0OCkifqF-sCzLph7RJjb6so1pqB3gbJrsI/s400/102+%25282%2529.JPG" width="400" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">All Photos Copyright Elizabeth May, 2010 </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My last post talked about November, a quiet, little, modest month that often seems to get lost in the mad shuffle from Halloween straight to Christmas.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">While my husband and I were blessed with sun and a vibrant blue sky when we took this walk in late 2009 at my parents' Ohio farm, the landscape didn't look like it would yield much in terms of visual interest. I took along my new camera anyway, and was rewarded richly. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">God teaches us that beauty can be found anywhere, if only we take the time to look deeper.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Out in nature, my mind takes a deep breath and forgets the trappings and noise of our modern world. When it's just me (and my dogs!) out on a walk in the woods, there's only the crunch of my boots and the rustle of leaves...blessed, utter calm...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">... and God. Not surprisingly, it's blessedly easy to connect with our Creator in the midst of the natural world.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Looking heavenward--both figuratively, and literally--rewards me with a new view. If only I'd look up more often...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6bIGNSMqDJAoPMIcBqe2YsKAi_W3ReyUayZdVv559SiSWuIYng7jmPJBFTWayuHKg28316N1iTaROEclYA60NE_ofn9xmkIxwRk8Hn5XN3jYyhuNX5CHIgVR-2gjT_1n3fTY1WvHHBzJp/s1600/089+%25284%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6bIGNSMqDJAoPMIcBqe2YsKAi_W3ReyUayZdVv559SiSWuIYng7jmPJBFTWayuHKg28316N1iTaROEclYA60NE_ofn9xmkIxwRk8Hn5XN3jYyhuNX5CHIgVR-2gjT_1n3fTY1WvHHBzJp/s400/089+%25284%2529.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">At the end of my walk, I'm refreshed, inspired, soothed by the beauty of God's creation. I've learned that He provides even in these increasingly cold, dark days. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #274e13; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">"Each moment of the year has its own beauty." </span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: small;">Ralph Waldo Emerson</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="color: red;">Dear Lord: It's easy to get stressed this time of year, to get caught up in our holiday to-do lists. It's just as easy to feel a little down, as we deal with colder temps, shorter days, less sunlight. Help us as we adjust to this new season. Comfort us with your light and beauty in the midst of the cold and dark. Give us wisdom to take our to-do's one thing at a time and surrender our worries to you. Help us to see with new eyes and find beauty everywhere--even where we least expect it. Amen.</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Elizabeth Anne Mayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819562965329671851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681853984586520904.post-43518628224407232202010-11-09T10:58:00.000-08:002010-11-16T07:06:50.634-08:00November: The Humble Month<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgirmBX2sYRoiw6IkmJBo6YZLfCN9ax3AwMPzyjt7A7a19fG2SRiQXWHYE2AdkDvM1TBR1RieDgs9uL7h24BXJsgAqVBemVsNhMq9z33wVJAb92lm2TUcxW8XKn0tTEAmmXdDnNQa4yG6uH/s1600/106+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgirmBX2sYRoiw6IkmJBo6YZLfCN9ax3AwMPzyjt7A7a19fG2SRiQXWHYE2AdkDvM1TBR1RieDgs9uL7h24BXJsgAqVBemVsNhMq9z33wVJAb92lm2TUcxW8XKn0tTEAmmXdDnNQa4yG6uH/s320/106+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Photo Credit</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Copyright 2010, Elizabeth May</span></div><br />
November can be austere. Stripped of October's flash and all the Halloween hype, it's pensive, thoughtful--like a bookish cousin to the previous month's party mentality.<br />
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The former exclamation points of vivid leaves dotting our Pennsylvania hills have died down. Now it's just bare bark and the few last burnished brown oak leaves stubbornly clinging to their branches. Days are short, and mornings bring thick, robust frosts.<br />
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My decorations echo November's sensibility. I stow away the bold orange and black Halloween gear, and leave out garlands of muted fall leaves, gourds, Indian corn. I bring out wheat sheaf candle holders, wooden turkeys, and the ever modest Pilgrims figurines. I make hot tea. I sit in my front room and watch the world outside my picture window.<br />
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I've come to enjoy this quiet, unassuming month--sandwiched between the two biggest commercial holidays of the year--for what it is. A respite. A time to slow down. While I've met folks who go right from Halloween to decorating for Christmas and buying for Christmas and planning for Christmas, that's not November for me.<br />
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November walks--or most winter walks, for that matter--reward only the observant. I've had to learn to look with new eyes, in order to see beauty where I previously saw nothing. Now I can appreciate the etched look of black branches against the sky. A few vivid red rose hips on an otherwise barren bush. Scallop-edged pale green lichen patches on extravagantly textured tree trunks. <br />
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If I had to guess what November's defining personality trait was, I'd have to say humility.<br />
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Humility is not something we think much of much these days. "If you have it, flaunt it," seems to be the motto of the 21st century--certainly not "pride comes before the fall," or " the meek shall inherit the earth."<br />
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If you think humility seems like a quaint, old-fashioned concept that doesn't have much place in today's society, take a moment to consider what a few of the world's preeminent thinkers and scholars have said about humility.<br />
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<div id="authortab"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="indquote_link">Humility is the solid foundation of all the virtues. ~ </span></div><div id="authortab" style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="author_text">Confucius </span></b><br />
</div><div id="authortab" style="text-align: center;"></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="indquote_link">In peace there's nothing so becomes a man as modest stillness and humility. ~ </span> </div><div id="authortab" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.finestquotes.com/sendanecard.php?quote=In%20peace%20there%27s%20nothing%20so%20becomes%20a%20man%20as%20modest%20stillness%20and%20humility.%20&%20author=William%20Shakespeare"> </a><b><span class="author_text">William Shakespeare </span></b></div><br />
<div id="authortab"><div id="authortab" style="text-align: center;"><span class="indquote_link">Humility makes great men twice honorable. ~ </span> <br />
<div id="authortab"><a href="http://www.finestquotes.com/sendanecard.php?quote=Humility%20makes%20great%20men%20twice%20honorable%20&%20author=Benjamin%20Franklin"> </a><b><span class="author_text">Benjamin Franklin </span></b><br />
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<div id="authortab"><b><span class="author_text">Henry David Thoreau </span></b><br />
</div></div><div style="text-align: left;">Then, of course, there's the Biblical perspective:</div></div><div id="authortab" style="text-align: center;"></div><div id="authortab" style="text-align: center;"><br />
Humility is the fear of the LORD; its wages are riches and honor and life. ~</div><div id="authortab" style="text-align: center;"><b>Proverbs 22:4, NIV</b></div><div id="authortab" style="text-align: center;"></div><div id="authortab" style="text-align: center;"><br />
But the meek will inherit the land and enjoy peace and prosperity.</div><div id="authortab" style="text-align: center;"><b>Psalm 37:11, KJV</b> </div><div id="authortab" style="text-align: center;"><br />
Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit. Rather, in humility value others above yourselves. ~</div><div id="authortab" style="text-align: center;"><b>Philippians 2:3</b></div><div id="authortab" style="text-align: center;"><b> </b> <br />
When pride comes, then comes disgrace, but with humility comes wisdom. ~</div><div id="authortab"><div style="text-align: center;"><b></b><b>Proverbs 11:2</b><br />
</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #cc0000;">Dear Lord: This November, help us to slow down and enjoy the quiet beauty of the world around us. Guide us as we seek humility in a world that seems to prize vanity and ostentation. Teach us how to value others above ourselves; help us learn to serve you with love and joy. Amen.</b><span class="author_text"></span></div></div><div id="authortab"></div>Elizabeth Anne Mayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819562965329671851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681853984586520904.post-20084670707207934342010-11-01T07:04:00.000-07:002010-11-01T07:04:08.223-07:00Finding Ways to Connect with God: Writing Prayers<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvkAlpv-4PNZJunoKuyiG5Tko93KdoxwVM5L5J4dMb9gYFRD9HoqiFxk3Rkokuv9SLL1gXdiRBygStr0hqhSxsv6iFEkvuMmsSvWKlbHVf0BMhpEkozIq-JX7ex4UUWGQqWEUi55zvUlzg/s1600/pen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvkAlpv-4PNZJunoKuyiG5Tko93KdoxwVM5L5J4dMb9gYFRD9HoqiFxk3Rkokuv9SLL1gXdiRBygStr0hqhSxsv6iFEkvuMmsSvWKlbHVf0BMhpEkozIq-JX7ex4UUWGQqWEUi55zvUlzg/s320/pen.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=diy365&l=bil&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=0399155341" style="border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important; padding: 0px ! important;" width="1" /><br />
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"Rumor is you got some kind a power prayer, gets better results than just the regular variety," says Minny to Aibileen in the best-selling novel, "<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Help-Kathryn-Stockett/dp/0399155341?ie=UTF8&tag=diy365&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">The Help</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=diy365&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=0399155341" style="border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important; padding: 0px ! important;" width="1" />."<br />
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"But that ain't me," modest Aibileen says. "That's just prayer."<br />
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"You got a better connection than most," Minny persists. "We all on a party line to God, but you, you setting right in his ear."<br />
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"The Help" follows the lives of three women in 1962-era Jackson, Mississippi--a young white woman and two black maids. Author Kathryn Stockett chronicles the way their lives become intertwined, and how they end up challenging the prevailing racial boundaries of their time and place, while also forging personal ties.<br />
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You might be wondering what the secret to Aibileen's power prayer was. It's pretty simple.<br />
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She wrote her prayers out. Every night.<br />
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It's easy for me to get distracted during silent internal prayer. Like Aibileen, I enjoy writing out my prayers. (Though, sadly, I'm not nearly as devoted as she.)<br />
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Writing my prayers has been an excellent way for me to focus and draw closer to God. (After all, it feels strange to start a sentence about my desire to be a more patient mother and then end it writing out a grocery list--though this is the kind of thing I do in my head all the time when I'm trying to pray.)<br />
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While writing my prayers helps me feel like I truly connect to God, the prayers themselves on the pages of my journal live on beyond the purpose of the moment. I find that I enjoy reading my prayers weeks, months, or even years later. I write in a stream-of-consciousness style when I'm prayer-writing (which is a real treat for me, as a professional writer--when I'm on assignment, I can never take such a laid-back approach). But, I'm often a little surprised by what I wrote. In a good way. <br />
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It's as if God moved me to be wiser or more eloquent than I usually am. And, I'm sure he has. <br />
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When I take time to write with God, he gives me that coveted "connection"; he also gives me a feeling of peace and contentment, a sense of release after I give my cares over to him, and inspiration. My journal pages have played host to book ideas, article pitches, poem drafts.<br />
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He gives more than I, in my all-too-human selfishness, deserve. He gives me hope. He makes me feel like anything is possible when I send my writing heavenward.<br />
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</b></div><div style="color: red; text-align: center;"><b>Psalm 16: 11, KJV</b></div><b><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Dear Lord: Please help all of us who seek a closer, clearer connection to you. Help to clear the static from our prayer lines. Guide us to the best way we can draw near to you--whether it's written prayer, spoken prayer, praying with friends or family, or some other creative form of worship. Amen.</b></div>Elizabeth Anne Mayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819562965329671851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681853984586520904.post-40418745429089129402010-10-22T11:14:00.000-07:002010-10-22T11:14:30.322-07:00Celebrating Halloween: A Christian Take on a Non-Christian Holiday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgByFXldLmetDjjrlStX4S95JBOBOBDbcCTmMrnoIPfAEKM6vI9vpu5Jdkh0zZb84TVvil3mXnuaWaQHoPv7Wl39YAKjFN_H1OEbD3Y64xFpWgGm7qAjqU2N2HNg_dxaj-klepiTvsWzppT/s1600/IMG_3499.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgByFXldLmetDjjrlStX4S95JBOBOBDbcCTmMrnoIPfAEKM6vI9vpu5Jdkh0zZb84TVvil3mXnuaWaQHoPv7Wl39YAKjFN_H1OEbD3Y64xFpWgGm7qAjqU2N2HNg_dxaj-klepiTvsWzppT/s320/IMG_3499.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Photo Copyright Elizabeth May, 2010</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>A few months back, my daughters (5 and 7 years old) and I were talking about holidays, including Halloween.<br />
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My seven-year-old floored me when she said, "What's the real meaning of Halloween?"<br />
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I quickly realized the real meaning of Halloween wasn't something I wanted to get into with a little girl who was thrown into a fear spiral two years ago from seeing <i>pictures </i>of too-scary Halloween decorations.<br />
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She went on.<br />
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"Doesn't it have something to do with God?"<br />
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I guess she really was listening when I told her and her sister to remember the true meaning of Christmas and Easter. But, now I was in a bind. How to explain Halloween. I muttered something unintelligible and changed the subject.<br />
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But, I thought then, as now--there must be a better way for Christians to explain Halloween to kids.<br />
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I started with some research on the origins of Halloween.<br />
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Here are some links, if you want to bone up (no pun intended!) on your Halloween history.<br />
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Christian Broadcast Network's site has an entire Halloween "resource" section. Here's a link to a general <a href="http://www.cbn.com/spirituallife/OnlineDiscipleship/Halloween/halloween_Watt05.aspx">article </a>on Halloween and Christianity.<br />
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History.com provides a comprehensive, secular overview of the holiday's roots <a href="http://www.history.com/topics/halloween">here</a>.<br />
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What I learned in my research is that Halloween, as we celebrate it today, has many influences--ranging from the ancient Druids to the Catholic Church. And, most of the traditions prior to the 20th- and 21st-century did involve the supernatural, with people believing that spirits (either bad or good) returned at this time to roam the earth. Today, Halloween has become the second largest commercial holiday, with Americans spending an estimated $6.9 <i>billion </i>annually (history.com). A growing sector of the commercial side of Halloween is the gory and gruesome--a particular bane to those with young and/or sensitive children (like mine) who can literally get nightmares from just driving around their own neighborhood, seeing severed heads hanging from trees and all-too-realistic skeletons clawing up through the ground.<br />
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While I can't change the way the rest of the world celebrates Halloween--grotesque decor included--I can choose how to present the holiday to my kids.<br />
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So, here's what I've come up with:<br />
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<i>You know how you asked me about the real meaning of Halloween? Well, Halloween is an old, old holiday. It started many years when people thought that the end of summer and beginning of longer, darker days in the fall meant that scary spirits would come out and play tricks on them. So, they'd dress up in costume, thinking the spirits wouldn't know who they were. Halloween has changed over the years to what it is now: getting dressed up, trick or treating for candy, carving Jack O' Lanterns, putting up decorations. </i><br />
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<i>But, remember how the really scary decorations bother us, and we don't like them? Well, that's a good reaction to have. I think some people get too interested in the darker, spookier side of Halloween, and that's not what we want to do. That's not what God would want us to do. Remember how you also asked if Halloween had to do with God? Well, in some ways, it does, because God is everywhere, and he is especially with us in dark or scary times. Halloween is a good time to remember that. </i><br />
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<i>I like to think of Halloween as a time to gather close with family, celebrate warm homes and glowing jack o lanterns, and eat good food like warm spiced apple cider, caramel apples, and homemade soup. We can remember that in these longer, darker days of fall and winter, God cozies up with us too.</i><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>Dear Lord: Please be with us all this Halloween season. Help us to remember that in the midst of what can be dark in the world, that You are light; You fight the bad in this world. Give those of us with children the wisdom to answer tough questions about Halloween and other holidays truthfully, but appropriately. Help us to find You at all times, and in all places, even in those unlikely spots.</b></span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">This is the message we have heard from him and declare to you: God is light; in him there is no darkness at all.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: left;">October 2001. My world turned upside down. A miscarriage, a husband without a job and no good prospects in sight, and a mom with an illness no-one could seem to diagnose. Despite the riot of fall color surrounding me, the world seemed dark. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div>As the days grew shorter, and the weather colder, I drew closer to God.<br />
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You've heard of fair-weather fans--I'm a foul-weather worshiper. I don't turn to God as often as I should, especially when things are going well, but when the going gets tough, He is my solace. I slow down and contemplate. I write in my journal. I read my Bible. I find specific comfort in verses that seem tailored to me and my situation.<br />
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Sickness, loss of a loved one, marriage problems, financial stresses--there are many heart-breaking situations we all face at some time in our lives, times that our world is turned on its end, and all we want is for some gentle giant to right it. Now.<br />
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I was impatient that fall, nine years ago. I wanted my husband to find a job. Now. I wanted my mom to get better. Now. I wanted to get pregnant. Now. And, I prayed for all those things, earnestly, daily.<br />
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God said, in time.<br />
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By Christmas, my husband had consulting work (which eventually turned into a full-time job). Around that time, too, my mother was able to come to Pittsburgh to see a new doctor who was able to diagnose and start treatment for her condition. And, finally, by July, I found out I was pregnant again.<br />
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Today, I'm stealing a bit of quiet time to write this, as my six-month-old naps upstairs and my girls are off at kindergarten and second grade. My concerns these days are typically what to make for dinner, or how I'm going to fit a work assignment into between school and activities and caring for my family.<br />
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I too often forget how lucky I am to have these "lite" concerns.<br />
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I too often forget the fall my world tipped over.<br />
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I too often forget to get on my knees and thank God for how lucky I am.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">I will turn their mourning into gladness; I will give them comfort and joy instead of sorrow.</span> </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><a href="" name="sailing"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><br />
</span></a></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Jeremiah 31:13</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Dear Lord: Thank you for being there for me, and for all those who seek you when times are tough. When we face worries and concerns and sorrows so huge they threaten to engulf us, you fold us into your arms. You listen to our cries; you feel our distress; you minister to our wounds. Please comfort those who are hurting now, help them to find you in their time of need. And, for those of us who aren't facing troubles today, help us to praise you earnestly for all we have. Amen.</i></b></div>Elizabeth Anne Mayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819562965329671851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681853984586520904.post-17043324101996681602010-10-05T13:58:00.000-07:002010-10-05T13:59:18.301-07:00Getting off the Wheel<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie2njdYb3Nn6_BslhvgwFFmD_3Di7HVwM-oXzzk_coiMJF-VNoCHdnNzoHjQnlFklr7m3IZILoA5Fnvx3dtjha_2VR-e5i3mngeHLt__UYCsQskEmeLcuIUTiE0Funy6LGMQUIjc5hcVFF/s1600/hamster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie2njdYb3Nn6_BslhvgwFFmD_3Di7HVwM-oXzzk_coiMJF-VNoCHdnNzoHjQnlFklr7m3IZILoA5Fnvx3dtjha_2VR-e5i3mngeHLt__UYCsQskEmeLcuIUTiE0Funy6LGMQUIjc5hcVFF/s320/hamster.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/zebrapares/4529836138/">Photo Credit</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>I was spinning the other day. And I don't mean that in the sense of the workout class.<br />
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I mean it in the sense of bouncing around aimlessly from task to task, feeling overwhelmed--like I was going 100 MPH, but getting nowhere fast.<br />
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I have to admit, this happens to me all too often. I start fixating on my to-do list. I start getting stressed. I start wondering how I'll fit everything I need to do (or <i>want </i>to do) in the day. And, I stop talking to God.<br />
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Just a quick email check, then I'll take time to pray.<br />
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Just one more load of laundry, and I'll sit down with my Bible. <br />
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Just a short phone call, and I'll write in my prayer journal.<br />
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I happen to have what some may think are unrealistic expectations for myself. I have a six-month-old infant and girls in kindergarten and second grade. I think I should be caring for them, completing my at-home freelance writing assignments, working out, keeping a tidy home, making home-cooked meals, decorating for fall, scrapbooking, learning how to use my DSLR camera, working on sewing projects...and the list goes on.<br />
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Yes, I'm a little nuts.<br />
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I look longingly at our local library's list of classes and groups, wistfully thinking I'd like to join The Go Green Club, The Writer's Group, and The Crochet Club (I don't even crochet--well, yet). I'm already in both a book club and an amateur photography class. <br />
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I know that my ratio of interests to time available is way out of whack. But, sometimes, I just can't help it, and I overextend myself.<br />
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That's where God comes in--when I let him.<br />
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He gently reigns me in. He grounds me. He reminds me that if I'm right with Him, nothing else matters. He helps me get off the manic hamster wheel of useless activity and gives me purpose.<br />
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<div style="color: #990000; text-align: center;"><b> Many are the plans in a man's heart, but it is the LORD's purpose that prevails.</b></div><div style="color: #990000; text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #cc0000;">Proverbs 19:21 </span></b><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Dear Lord: Thank you for being there for me no matter how many times I carelessly toss aside our relationship in favor of the next thing on my never-ending to-do list. Please soften my stubborn heart and help me put aside those daily tasks to talk to you. Imbue me with a sense of your divine purpose, so I don't feel like I'm aimlessly spinning through my days. Amen.</i></b></div><b><br />
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</b>Elizabeth Anne Mayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819562965329671851noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681853984586520904.post-22733663776343716012010-09-21T11:55:00.000-07:002010-09-21T12:06:02.230-07:00God Stretches Us<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj06hLHFRzrMTCLblVDzE57m8criaIIe5UcGGyxocpLMbM6mJpvrSx2G8nbbVymflXYNOzQo7SYyZl71T7IW8U73CAOl12txhf-B5fulzddMtdKAml-r3frBPnxp-Hd4QUOHc-tzXgfkxI3/s1600/yoga+stretch+blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj06hLHFRzrMTCLblVDzE57m8criaIIe5UcGGyxocpLMbM6mJpvrSx2G8nbbVymflXYNOzQo7SYyZl71T7IW8U73CAOl12txhf-B5fulzddMtdKAml-r3frBPnxp-Hd4QUOHc-tzXgfkxI3/s320/yoga+stretch+blog.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bookgrl/3494719260/">Photo Credit </a></div><br />
It's a stretch, me writing a blog. I'm just not a blog type of gal. <br />
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I'm not as networked as I should be. I'm not online constantly. I'm not the person with hundreds of Facebook friends. I don't post product reviews or rarely join online forums. I love to read blogs, but rarely comment.<br />
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So, what am I doing writing a blog?<br />
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It's pretty simple, actually. The big guy called. More than once, in fact. Oddly enough, each time, "blog" was in His call for me.<br />
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I'm not sure why. I'd just as soon minimize my Internet browser and create digital scrapbook pages in Photoshop. Or, better yet, I'd prefer to push my laptop aside and go for a jog or a hike, or cook something, or work on a sewing project, or try to figure out my DSLR, or read a book, or call my mom. (Yes, I have a too-many-hobbies problem, but that's another post.)<br />
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The thing is: God likes to stretch us. Grow us. Push us out of our comfort zone.<br />
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It's kind of like one of those intense yoga stretches you really have to settle into and breathe through. I still remember the first time I tried pigeon. (WARNING: Yoga types, avert your eyes as I try to inexpertly explain pigeon.) You end up with one leg bent underneath you, your heel settled into the opposite side of your pelvis and your other leg stretched straight out behind you. You cross your arms out in front of you on the floor and put your head down. You're face down, totally prone.<br />
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Now, you breathe.<br />
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The first time I did this stretch, I didn't think I was going to make it through the amount of breaths the instructor had allotted. I'm not a flexible person.<br />
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But, I did make it. And, pigeon ended up being one of my favorite poses.<br />
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Though I've never been "good" at yoga in terms of having the natural constitution that allows me to pretzel up, yoga is good for me. It stretches me--literally and physically.<br />
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God never said doing the right thing is easy. He never said following His will for our lives was supposed to be painless.<br />
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So, I'm working hard to look at this blog like the ultimate God stretch. Challenging, but ultimately, fulfilling.<br />
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I'm trying to remember to take it one post at a time and to focus on my overall goal (honoring Him), rather than getting sidetracked by the feeling of posting in a vacuum. (Is there anyone really out there?)<br />
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I'm working to settle into the stretch, not fight it. And, when all else fails, and I feel panicky, I take a cue from yoga.<br />
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I just breathe.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b>For you were once darkness, but now you are light in the Lord. Live as children of light (for the fruit of the light consists in all goodness, righteousness and truth) and find out what pleases the Lord.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: red;">Ephesians 5: 8-10, NIV</b></div></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i>Dear Lord: Thank you for pushing us, calling us to grow and change in wondrous ways. Help lead us as we accept new challenges and enter new phases in our lives. Encourage us to lean on you for support during these sometimes rocky transitions; hold our hands and guide us through, letting us know that you never give us more than we can handle. Amen.</i></div>Elizabeth Anne Mayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819562965329671851noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681853984586520904.post-70953781052688047152010-09-15T11:37:00.000-07:002010-09-17T14:27:30.838-07:00Even Mommies Have Tantrums Too<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTr-uYMVFhyphenhyphenuxzHqPvvipYVvU4kIhwGUzMUdUloFl0yE4ipQVE7-Zjlw5xj7Cl7CLW3PxfnLDJ3Io5VhrkLlYpQr1k1TUNTSyyuN46YjlOPkSYJXtqdRqtYg8He_YuqZhZOUeauWMa0D4a/s1600/tantrum.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTr-uYMVFhyphenhyphenuxzHqPvvipYVvU4kIhwGUzMUdUloFl0yE4ipQVE7-Zjlw5xj7Cl7CLW3PxfnLDJ3Io5VhrkLlYpQr1k1TUNTSyyuN46YjlOPkSYJXtqdRqtYg8He_YuqZhZOUeauWMa0D4a/s320/tantrum.jpg" width="320" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>The carpet of the spare room rose up to meet me as I threw myself down, and wet it with lavish tears of anger and frustration. My toddlers, three and one, were alternately perplexed and upset by my outburst. Even my husband was brought upstairs that morning from his basement office by my roars. He calmed the girls while I tried to pull it together.<br />
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"It's just so hard," I said. "They're driving me <i>crazy</i>. I can't take this anymore."<br />
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My "tantrums" were happening more and more often. I was ashamed of my behavior, but I felt powerless to change it. The demands of mothering two very needy toddlers had totally undone me. <br />
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I wasn't in any kind of meaningful relationship with God then, so it's no surprise I didn't have any reserves to draw on.<br />
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No heavenly shoulder to cry on.<br />
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No wisdom of the scriptures to lean on.<br />
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No bond of prayer to connect me to a sympathetic divine ear.<br />
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Not long after that outburst, my neighbor invited me to a <a href="http://www.mops.org/">Mothers of Preschoolers (MOPS)</a> meeting at a local church. I went, joined, and have been a MOPS member ever since. My girls are now 5 and 7, and they're joined by a five-month-old little brother.<br />
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Since I joined MOPS, I started praying and cultivating a relationship with God again. I joined a gym and lost 10 pounds. (Well, ok, I need to lose that 10 pounds again, but this time it's baby weight.) I discovered new hobbies. (I learned how to sew and how to do both traditional and digital scrapbooking.) I completed the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/First-Place-Health-Members-Kit/dp/0830745890?ie=UTF8&tag=diy365&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">First Place for Health</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=diy365&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=0830745890" style="border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important; padding: 0px ! important;" width="1" /> Bible Study. I ran in the Pittsburgh Marathon (ok, the marathon <i>relay</i>). I co-directed our church's Vacation Bible School for two years.<br />
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And I was blessed to be able to continue my freelance writing career, carefully balancing incoming projects with babysitting, cobbled together from high-school students after school hours, in-laws during the day, and my husband on nights and weekends.<br />
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This fall, for the first time, I don't plan to sign up for MOPS. I do have mixed feelings. MOPS was a life-saver for me in the beginning, but, after four years, I was starting to feel like the "old-timer" in the room. Though I do have a baby again, I don't feel that intense need to bond with others over the early years' details that I once did, simply because I've done it twice before. (Don't get me wrong, though: I know that doesn't qualify me as an expert. And, don't be surprised, MOPS members, if you find me slinking back through your doors with my tail between my legs, at some point. I know babies get infinitely harder once they become mobile, and I reserve the right to change my mind!)<br />
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What I could definitely use is a support group for mothers of elementary-schoolers. MOEs, anyone?<br />
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But, I am signed up for a new Bible study--and I'm getting into my newest hobby, DSLR (digital single-lens reflex) photography, with a course at the local community college. I can't wait.<br />
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I have to admit, though, I still do the mommy monster roar every now and again. But, I'm not ready to throw in the maternal towel again. To give up. Like I was once. I know God has my back.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #cc0000;">In my distress I called to the LORD; I called out to my God. From his temple he heard my voice; my cry came to his ears. </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: red;">2 Samuel 22:7 </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Dear Lord: I pray for mothers, the world over. Please give us strength and wisdom, patience and compassion. Help us to know that our work matters. Remind us to lean on you when we are weak or tired and be nurtured, but also inspire us to take on new challenges that invigorate us. I also ask that you bless the many MOPS groups preparing for their new "year." May the women there form new friendships, learn more about your love, and feel refreshed and renewed after each meeting. Amen.</i></b></div>Elizabeth Anne Mayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819562965329671851noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681853984586520904.post-29023210337271782582010-09-07T09:37:00.000-07:002010-09-07T09:37:27.543-07:00Freezer Fiasco: A Lesson in Patience<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQAx1jHmf8pguvzou4aonFi2FtbGbeR5m4CCDgWN-sVa6JTmUTU3I8YESZaxKBDUOCycslyQ6nJuIRWYyepSgg8Kv28rTHohQY-mogGZsnmmEih5hPdZYvaScUzrHFCGt4upkk4vBI9lhs/s1600/steak.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQAx1jHmf8pguvzou4aonFi2FtbGbeR5m4CCDgWN-sVa6JTmUTU3I8YESZaxKBDUOCycslyQ6nJuIRWYyepSgg8Kv28rTHohQY-mogGZsnmmEih5hPdZYvaScUzrHFCGt4upkk4vBI9lhs/s320/steak.jpg" /></a></div>It was not a pretty sight--or smell. I must have neglected to fully shut our standing freezer days ago. The stench of rotten meat alerted us something was wrong. We opened the freezer to find oozing, thawed pork and beef. <br />
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We'd just walked in the door after being gone for 5 hours, running errands with the kids. The girls were cranky and tired, and the baby just wanted some quality play time after being cooped up in his car seat all afternoon. But, we had Emergency #1 to attend to. <br />
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As I tried to hold the baby and take stock of what to toss and what to keep--and where to put the non-spoiled meat while we cleaned and defrosted the freezer--my five-year-old poked her head into the basement, crying. "There's no paper to draw on!" (She has a lovely habit of crying for no apparent reason, multiple times a day, which would test pretty much any parent's patience reserves.) After asking if she'd looked in the usual spots, we determined there was no more paper around, and I decided to go upstairs to the craft closet to see what I could find.<br />
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I didn't find the paper. I did find that the dog had thoroughly christened the cream carpet--evidently, his intestinal "bug" wasn't all better, as we had hoped. Enter Emergency #2. I walked back downstairs, still toting the baby, to break the bad news to my husband, who was barely started on the freezer fiasco. "How bad is it?" he asked.<br />
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"Ummm, I'm not sure," I hedged, not wanting to stress him more.<br />
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In the meantime, our five-year-old had escalated into full-on wailing about the paper for her drawing. That was the straw that broke my usually calm husband's back. "Go to your room!" he bellowed.<br />
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I have to admit it. It's usually me that loses my cool, but I'm pretty good in crisis mode. I whisked the kids away for a while and got them settled, while checking in periodically on my husband and doing what I could to help.<br />
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My patience isn't typically tested in so dramatic a fashion, but it is tugged on a daily basis by little hands. A baby who sometimes seems to go from one messy diaper to a feeding to just wanting attention--all while his older sisters are needy and dinner somehow has to get on the table. A project deadline and a morning blocked off for work when a child gets sick. A full to-do list barely touched at the end of the day--and though I hardly sat down, I can't remember what I've done, much less why I didn't get around to most of the things on the list.<br />
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But the worst thing I can do is feel sorry for myself. Corinthians 6 (emphasis below, mine) helps puts it all into perspective. Paul's hardships make mine look pathetically minuscule; his determination is a source of inspiration.<br />
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<div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;">We put no stumbling block in anyone's path, so that our ministry will not be discredited. Rather, as servants of God we commend ourselves in every way: <b>in great endurance; in troubles, hardships and distresses</b>; in beatings, imprisonments and riots; <b>in hard work, sleepless nights</b> and hunger; <b>in purity, understanding, patience and kindness; in the Holy Spirit and in sincere love</b>;<b> </b>in truthful speech and in the power of God; with weapons of righteousness in the right hand and in the left; through glory and dishonor, bad report and good report; genuine, yet regarded as impostors; known, yet regarded as unknown; dying, and yet we live on; beaten, and yet not killed; sorrowful, yet always rejoicing; poor, yet making many rich; having nothing, and yet possessing everything.<br />
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<b>2 Corinthians 6: 3-10 </b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Dear Lord, please give me patience. Help me to keep going even when the going is tough. I know you test me; you wear away at the hard edges of ego and jagged terrain of selfishness; you smooth and polish my soul with each hardship I endure and each difficulty I surmount. Allow me to accept the bumps in the road with grace and determination and help me to put it all into perspective, knowing what is truly important and what is not. Amen.</i></div><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><a href="http://www.freedigitalphotos.net/images/view_photog.php?photogid=172">Image: Maggie Smith / FreeDigitalPhotos.net</a></span>Elizabeth Anne Mayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819562965329671851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681853984586520904.post-49305451730979932002010-09-03T07:05:00.000-07:002010-09-03T07:05:09.660-07:00Crunch Time<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdAW_vivWtObwih0240e3VhgYkKuFqy6g67iKTfYK3Xi-rjF8bhVHyZY2JpMK-vdKuqnQu0bVVYck33SjKTh9ioPsMH-WRoXciV65LAu2w04ldtsuTi1rZ3U6cXZRbjRkK_CESZAYExGF-/s1600/crunch+timeweb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdAW_vivWtObwih0240e3VhgYkKuFqy6g67iKTfYK3Xi-rjF8bhVHyZY2JpMK-vdKuqnQu0bVVYck33SjKTh9ioPsMH-WRoXciV65LAu2w04ldtsuTi1rZ3U6cXZRbjRkK_CESZAYExGF-/s400/crunch+timeweb.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
It's that time of year around here. Crunch time. But, not in the sense you may think.<br />
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The grass is crunchy. The flowers are crispy. The hanging baskets, deep-fried. One of our trees is starting to drop little brown crumbly leaves all over the deck like no one's business.<br />
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I like to think of it as God's way of gently easing us out of summer. By this point--September, dry as a bone, and 92 degrees, we are ready for a change. Ready for crisp mornings and a veil of fog draped low on the hills, ready for jeans and jackets, ready for the vibrancy of leaf-shades in red, orange, and yellow.<br />
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So, instead of bemoaning the dying season, I see it for what it is. Divine preparation. God is saying: Just wait. Better things are on the horizon.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i>Dear Lord: Thank you for your abundance, but also for scarcity. Without rain, I could not appreciate sunshine; without heat, I could not savor coolness; without dark, I would not love the light. Help me to see the blessings in every season, and in every situation, knowing that you care for us and have fashioned this world and its seasons fearfully and wonderfully.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="color: #990000; text-align: center;"><b>To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.</b></div><div style="color: red; text-align: center;"><b><a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Ecclesiastes+3%3A1-8&version=NIV">Ecclesiastes 3:1</a></b></div>Elizabeth Anne Mayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819562965329671851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681853984586520904.post-58600184696267545992010-09-02T19:21:00.000-07:002010-09-02T19:24:01.054-07:00A New Poem<div style="text-align: center;"><b>More</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">We like it big</div><div style="text-align: center;">and cheap, bright</div><div style="text-align: center;">and brash.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">We like it</div><div style="text-align: center;">mega, super, ultra,</div><div style="text-align: center;">but somehow</div><div style="text-align: center;">low, lite, free.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">We demand</div><div style="text-align: center;">more for less,</div><div style="text-align: center;">and get it</div><div style="text-align: center;">every time.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">“Don’t run on empty”</div><div style="text-align: center;">the sign showing</div><div style="text-align: center;">donuts, hot dogs,</div><div style="text-align: center;">and cheesy nachos</div><div style="text-align: center;">says.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Irony escapes us.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Copyright 2010, Elizabeth May </span></div>Elizabeth Anne Mayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819562965329671851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681853984586520904.post-25577392004936701222010-09-01T12:03:00.000-07:002010-09-03T13:01:16.540-07:00Green Cleaning Tips and Resources<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEity12C-L3buU0oTqyJtc3W0hj0G3jdHXRfhJTYmKeznf490jCDlyTpDA7uHy5oGXJV4r4ivkQZObMZVy9BkO8ov1IxdYt654Nv7apYdWZ1mhzBB0Suzi0yZj-p85QZ9s58usPue6EjMddY/s1600/photo_9993_20091118.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEity12C-L3buU0oTqyJtc3W0hj0G3jdHXRfhJTYmKeznf490jCDlyTpDA7uHy5oGXJV4r4ivkQZObMZVy9BkO8ov1IxdYt654Nv7apYdWZ1mhzBB0Suzi0yZj-p85QZ9s58usPue6EjMddY/s320/photo_9993_20091118.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
So, you're interested in natural cleaning? Here's the lowdown: what you'll need to get started, where to get it, and how to find more information.<br />
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<b>Supplies</b><br />
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1. Empty Spray Bottles--various sizes (dollar stores are good for this)<br />
2. Baking Soda--the BIG box!<br />
3. <a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=%22http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000R4LONQ?ie=UTF8&tag=httpdiy365blo-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B000R4LONQ%22%3E20%20Mule%20Team%20Borax%20Natural%20Laundry%20Booster%20&%20Multi-Purpose%20Household%20Cleaner%2076%20oz%20(2.15%20kg)%3C/a%3E%3Cimg%20src=%22http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpdiy365blo-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B000R4LONQ%22%20width=%221%22%20height=%221%22%20border=%220%22%20alt=%22%22%20style=%22border:none%20!important;%20margin:0px%20!important;%22%20/%3E">Borax</a> (often found in your local grocery's laundry aisle)<br />
4. White vinegar--the MEGA bottle!<br />
5. Distilled water (I've also started using filtered water from my fridge for ease)<br />
6. Various <a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=%22http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00014DGCO?ie=UTF8&tag=httpdiy365blo-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B00014DGCO%22%3ELavender%20100%%20Pure%20Essential%20Oil%20-10ml%3C/a%3E%3Cimg%20src=%22http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpdiy365blo-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B00014DGCO%22%20width=%221%22%20height=%221%22%20border=%220%22%20alt=%22%22%20style=%22border:none%20%21important;%20margin:0px%20%21important;%22%20/%3E">essential oils</a><br />
7. Liquid castile soap, such as <a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=%22http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0000533G9?ie=UTF8&tag=httpdiy365blo-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B0000533G9%22%3EDr.%20Bronner%20Peppermint%2018-in-1%20Pure-Castile%20Soap%20-%2032%20Fluid%20Ounces%3C/a%3E%3Cimg%20src=%22http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpdiy365blo-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B0000533G9%22%20width=%221%22%20height=%221%22%20border=%220%22%20alt=%22%22%20style=%22border:none%20%21important;%20margin:0px%20%21important;%22%20/%3E">Dr. Bronner's</a><br />
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<b>Sources</b><br />
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The good news is, there are only two kinds of supplies that may take a little hunting for--essential oils and liquid castile soap. I can find a wide selection of both at my local health food store.<a href="http://www.gnc.com/home/index.jsp"> GNC</a> (yes, the vitamin store) sells both as well. And, of course, there are tons of online retailers like <a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=%22http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2F%3Fie%3DUTF8%26ref_%3Dgno_logo&tag=httpdiy365blo-20&linkCode=ur2&camp=1789&creative=390957%22%3EAmazon%3C/a%3E%3Cimg%20src=%22https://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpdiy365blo-20&l=ur2&o=1%22%20width=%221%22%20height=%221%22%20border=%220%22%20alt=%22%22%20style=%22border:none%20!important;%20margin:0px%20!important;%22%20/%3E">Amazon</a> that offer these supplies. My personal favorite is <a href="http://www.luckyvitamin.com/">Lucky Vitamin</a>. I can get Dr. Bronner's, essential oils, and other things I use regularly (like organic and natural skin care products, coconut oil and even organic maple syrup in bulk).<br />
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<b>Recommended Books</b><br />
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<a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=%22http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0609803255?ie=UTF8&tag=httpdiy365blo-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=0609803255%22%3EBetter%20Basics%20for%20the%20Home:%20Simple%20Solutions%20for%20Less%20Toxic%20Living%3C/a%3E%3Cimg%20src=%22http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpdiy365blo-20&l=as2&o=1&a=0609803255%22%20width=%221%22%20height=%221%22%20border=%220%22%20alt=%22%22%20style=%22border:none%20!important;%20margin:0px%20!important;%22%20/%3E">Better Basics for the Home</a> by Annie Berthold-Bond<br />
<a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=%22http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0671535951?ie=UTF8&tag=httpdiy365blo-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=0671535951%22%3EClean%20House%20Clean%20Planet%3C/a%3E%3Cimg%20src=%22http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpdiy365blo-20&l=as2&o=1&a=0671535951%22%20width=%221%22%20height=%221%22%20border=%220%22%20alt=%22%22%20style=%22border:none%20!important;%20margin:0px%20!important;%22%20/%3E">Clean House, Clean Planet</a> by Karen Logan<br />
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I own both of these books, and would recommend them to anyone starting out. Logan’s book is shorter and focuses just on cleaning, while Berthold-Bond’s is much more comprehensive and includes everything from housekeeping to skin care to gardening, pets, and pest control. Both books include good basic info on the cons of chemical-based cleaning and recipes for natural alternatives.<br />
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<b>Tips</b><br />
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<b><i>Start small. </i></b>Try one new cleaner at a time. See how easy it is to make. Test it out and see if you like how it works. (You won't necessarily love every green cleaning recipe or technique--what works for one person or situation, might not work for you.)<br />
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<b><i>Take it slow. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">Gradually phase in more and more green cleaners, while phasing out commercial cleaners.</span></span></i></b><br />
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<b><i>Learn to adjust your expectations</i></b>. Green cleaners work differently than harsh commercial cleaners. They don't have harsh foaming agents like sodium laurel sulfate, so you probably won't notice the same kind of foaming action (this doesn't mean they're not working, though). Using vinegar and water or plain club soda for mirrors take a different approach than Windex--wipe and let it dry a bit on its own (it doesn't evaporate as quickly as the blue stuff), then buff it dry and shiny with a clean rag.<br />
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<b><i>Wing it when you can.</i></b> Sprinkle baking soda anywhere you need something a bit abrasive and scrub with a brush or scrubbie. Add a few drops of castile soap for added cleaning power. Mix vinegar and water and essential oils in a roughly 1 to 3 ratio of vinegar to water and add oils as desired. The more you clean using natural methods, the quicker your routine and the more comfortable you'll be ad-libbing.<br />
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<b><i>Have fun.</i></b> Realize the benefits of natural cleaning... Less money. Less fumes. Less toxicity. More peace of mind.<br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i>(You can also read my posts <a href="http://godseverydayblessings.blogspot.com/2010/08/clean-and-green-making-your-own.html">Making Your Own Cleaning Supplies</a>, Part I and <a href="http://godseverydayblessings.blogspot.com/2010/08/clean-and-green-making-your-own_27.html">Part 2</a> for simple green cleaning recipes.)</i></div><div><i><br />
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<a href="http://www.freedigitalphotos.net/images/view_photog.php?photogid=809"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Image: Francesco Marino / FreeDigitalPhotos.net</span></a>Elizabeth Anne Mayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819562965329671851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681853984586520904.post-31229820836715688732010-08-31T07:08:00.000-07:002010-08-31T07:08:44.810-07:00All Creatures Great and Small<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Monarch caterpillars on butterfly weed bush in my parents' backyard</td></tr>
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">All things bright and beautiful,</div><div style="text-align: center;">All creatures great and small,</div><div style="text-align: center;">All things wise and wonderful,</div><div style="text-align: center;">The Lord God made them all.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Each little flower that opens,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Each little bird that sings,</div><div style="text-align: center;">He made their glowing colours,</div><div style="text-align: center;">He made their tiny wings.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The purple-headed mountain,</div><div style="text-align: center;">The river running by,</div><div style="text-align: center;">The sunset, and the morning,</div><div style="text-align: center;">That brightens up the sky;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The cold wind in the winter,</div><div style="text-align: center;">The pleasant summer sun,</div><div style="text-align: center;">The ripe fruits in the garden,</div><div style="text-align: center;">He made them every one.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The tall trees in the greenwood,</div><div style="text-align: center;">The meadows where we play,</div><div style="text-align: center;">The rushes by the water,</div><div style="text-align: center;">We gather every day;--</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">He gave us eyes to see them,</div><div style="text-align: center;">And lips that we might tell,</div><div style="text-align: center;">How great is God Almighty,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Who has made all things well.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Maker of Heaven and Earth (All Things Bright and Beautiful), </i><i>Cecil Frances Alexander </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ladybug, left, and ladybug larvae, right</td></tr>
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I spent a great deal of time this past weekend staring at a bush outside my parents' house. It was a large butterfly weed, and from the first glance, it didn't appear to be in great shape. The leaves were turning a sickly yellowish color, and it was cloaked in tiny orange aphids. However, it was hosting a fascinating variety of life, all interdependent on each other and/or in the plant in various combinations.<br />
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First of all, there were the monarch caterpillars--we counted as many as 12 at once. They're a striking caterpillar to begin with, and we enjoyed seeing them in sizes ranging from two inches long (about ready to make a chrysalis) to tiny (about the size of the tip of my pinkie fingernail). They ate ravenously, especially the larger specimens. I was mesmerized just by the speed at which they devoured the leaves. (Eric Carle had to have been talking about a monarch caterpillar when he wrote "The Very Hungry Caterpillar.")<br />
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Then, I noticed the ladybugs--not the orangish imported versions that are such pests in some areas of the country, but "real" red ladybugs--the kind I remember from my youth. I also noticed another type of critter or two--a grayish larvae and a red and black larvae. This was ringing a bell from a book I'd read to my 7-year-old. I asked her if these were different stages of ladybug larva (something I'd never seen before in person). She assured me it was--and, trust me, she'd know on this type of thing.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ladybug, top left, and ladybug larvae, bottom</td></tr>
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But that wasn't the only life the plant was hosting. There were bees coming to the plant's orange flowers, flies and gnats buzzing about, and the occasional little spider. Every time I came out of the house, I had to check out the veritable menagerie on the butterfly weed.<br />
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It struck me how wonderfully God has created this world and the myriad life forms in it. How everything on this planet has a purpose--even aphid-infested butterfly weed plants that at first glance look like they're destined for the compost heap!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ladybug pupa</td></tr>
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i>Dear Lord: Help me to see with open eyes the beauty of the world around me. Help me to observe with the wonder of a child and praise your glory to the heavens. Teach me that if you can use something as humble as a weed to bring forth life, you can use me too, as imperfect as I am. </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #990000; text-align: center;"><b>O Lord, how manifold are thy works! In wisdom, hast thou made them all: the earth is full of thy riches. So is this great and wide sea, wherein are things creeping innumerable, both small and great beasts.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: red;">Psalm 104: 24-25</span></b></div>Elizabeth Anne Mayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819562965329671851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681853984586520904.post-53303644523838121202010-08-28T05:59:00.000-07:002010-09-02T19:23:33.044-07:00An Old Poem: In Season<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Here's a poem I wrote for our middle child (now five!) when she was four months old. I hadn't written any poetry in years, but the idea for this poem came to me in the middle of the night, while nursing. I couldn't go back to sleep until I had jotted a few lines down; by the next afternoon, it was finished.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>In Season</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">for Julianne Elizabeth</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">By the time we discovered you</div><div style="text-align: center;">you were a comma of possibility,</div><div style="text-align: center;">microscopic but mighty,</div><div style="text-align: center;">a miracle of inattention.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">By the time we met you</div><div style="text-align: center;">you were wrinkled and wriggling,</div><div style="text-align: center;">a parched bud of need and longing.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Now we know you, lush, plump, fully realized.</div><div style="text-align: center;">A soft, round belly, milky and cool,</div><div style="text-align: center;">perfect as a pitcher of cream.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hair, a delicate fuzz.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Eyes, a shock of delphinium blue.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">She’s a peach, a friend told us.</div><div style="text-align: center;">ripe, melting</div><div style="text-align: center;">ready to be devoured.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Copyright 2010, Elizabeth May </span></div>Elizabeth Anne Mayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819562965329671851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681853984586520904.post-23161824413762964262010-08-27T06:45:00.000-07:002010-08-27T06:49:48.119-07:00Clean and Green: Making Your Own Cleaning Products, Part 2<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLd2wb8EbbdZA0kg9TUxv8eThLeI8f3mzyA0GRvHVMfyYvPfPAz6Q7H-gGAZrAsy2m_8jNFo3vwq9SZ2Ff9YzDsz_vF6puG8hFgyGBKX3Pi5d37NGyZYJhHMNe6wjQxWaSRs-22y3GgRvu/s1600/green+tree+blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLd2wb8EbbdZA0kg9TUxv8eThLeI8f3mzyA0GRvHVMfyYvPfPAz6Q7H-gGAZrAsy2m_8jNFo3vwq9SZ2Ff9YzDsz_vF6puG8hFgyGBKX3Pi5d37NGyZYJhHMNe6wjQxWaSRs-22y3GgRvu/s320/green+tree+blog.jpg" /></a></div><br />
My commitment to green cleaning began by chance. I was looking for essential oils to purchase to make a homemade air spray and happened upon a "recipe" for an easy all-purpose spray cleaner. It was made of things I already had around my house. It took two minutes to mix. It worked. It smelled good. I didn’t have to warn my kids: “Don’t touch! It has chemicals on it!”<br />
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I was hooked.<br />
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It will be a year this fall since I started cleaning naturally,and I'm still going strong! It’s easy to mix up a new batch of All-Purpose Spray Cleaner <i>(see recipe below)</i> if I need to, and takes only a few minutes. But, I also try make things as simple as possible. I clean tubs by sprinkling in some baking soda and a few drops of liquid <a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=%22http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00013YXSQ?ie=UTF8&tag=httpdiy365blo-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B00013YXSQ%22%3EDr.%20Bronner%20-%20Castile%20Soap%20Lavender%3C/a%3E%3Cimg%20src=%22http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpdiy365blo-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B00013YXSQ%22%20width=%221%22%20height=%221%22%20border=%220%22%20alt=%22%22%20style=%22border:none%20%21important;%20margin:0px%20%21important;%22%20/%3E">castile </a>soap that I keep in a nearby closet, and then lather it up with a scrub brush. I clean and deodorize toilets by sprinkling in a few tablespoons of <a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=%22http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000R4LONQ?ie=UTF8&tag=httpdiy365blo-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B000R4LONQ%22%3E20%20Mule%20Team%20Borax%20Natural%20Laundry%20Booster%20&%20Multi-Purpose%20Household%20Cleaner%2076%20oz%20%282.15%20kg%29%3C/a%3E%3Cimg%20src=%22http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpdiy365blo-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B000R4LONQ%22%20width=%221%22%20height=%221%22%20border=%220%22%20alt=%22%22%20style=%22border:none%20%21important;%20margin:0px%20%21important;%22%20/%3E">borax</a> and squirting in a few drops of <a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=%22http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000W3XG1K?ie=UTF8&tag=httpdiy365blo-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B000W3XG1K%22%3ETea%20Tree%20100%%20Pure%20Essential%20Oil%20-%2010%20ml%3C/a%3E%3Cimg%20src=%22http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpdiy365blo-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B000W3XG1K%22%20width=%221%22%20height=%221%22%20border=%220%22%20alt=%22%22%20style=%22border:none%20%21important;%20margin:0px%20%21important;%22%20/%3E">tea tree oil</a> . I let it sit for a little while--you can even let it “work” overnight--and then scrub with a toilet brush. My mirrors sparkle when I spray on club soda and wipe dry with a clean rag.<br />
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I know I’m saving money with DIY cleaning, but, best of all, I feel good about what I’m using in my home. And, I’m discovering another nice side effect of green cleaning too: When your cleaning regimen smells like aromatherapy, you actually clean more!<br />
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<b>All-Purpose Cleaning Spray</b><br />
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<i>This is the first cleaning recipe I made. I like it because it only has three ingredients. I use it on my laminate kitchen countertops, bathroom sinks, toilet seats, showers and tubs; it can also be used on stainless steel, mirrors, and glass. That’s a lot for one little cleaner!</i><br />
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12 ounces distilled or filtered water<br />
4 ounces distilled white vinegar<br />
10-20 drops essential oil, or to your preference (I like <a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=%22http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000W3XG1K?ie=UTF8&tag=httpdiy365blo-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B000W3XG1K%22%3ETea%20Tree%20100%%20Pure%20Essential%20Oil%20-%2010%20ml%3C/a%3E%3Cimg%20src=%22http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpdiy365blo-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B000W3XG1K%22%20width=%221%22%20height=%221%22%20border=%220%22%20alt=%22%22%20style=%22border:none%20%21important;%20margin:0px%20%21important;%22%20/%3E">tea tree oil </a>for my bathrooms and a citrus scent like <a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=%22http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000299MF8?ie=UTF8&tag=httpdiy365blo-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B000299MF8%22%3ENow%20Foods%20ORANGE%20OIL%3C/a%3E%3Cimg%20src=%22http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpdiy365blo-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B000299MF8%22%20width=%221%22%20height=%221%22%20border=%220%22%20alt=%22%22%20style=%22border:none%20%21important;%20margin:0px%20%21important;%22%20/%3E">orange</a>, <a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=%22http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000299MDU?ie=UTF8&tag=httpdiy365blo-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B000299MDU%22%3ELemon%20Oil%20by%20NOW%3C/a%3E%3Cimg%20src=%22http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpdiy365blo-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B000299MDU%22%20width=%221%22%20height=%221%22%20border=%220%22%20alt=%22%22%20style=%22border:none%20%21important;%20margin:0px%20%21important;%22%20/%3E">lemon</a>, or <a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=%22http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0016BBSZI?ie=UTF8&tag=httpdiy365blo-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B0016BBSZI%22%3EAura%20Cacia%20Essential%20Oil%20Lime%3C/a%3E%3Cimg%20src=%22http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpdiy365blo-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B0016BBSZI%22%20width=%221%22%20height=%221%22%20border=%220%22%20alt=%22%22%20style=%22border:none%20%21important;%20margin:0px%20%21important;%22%20/%3E">lime </a>for my kitchen.)<br />
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Pour all ingredients into an empty spray bottle. Shake before each use to distribute essential oils.<br />
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<b>Antiseptic Soap Spray </b><br />
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<i>This is good for you antibacterial buffs out there. It’s a nice, natural alternative to commercial sanitizers and draws on the naturally antiseptic cleansing qualities of both soap and tea tree oil. Great for bathrooms, wiping down toys and doorknobs to kill germs, and more. </i><br />
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3 tbsp. <a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=%22http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B001AOZ78A?ie=UTF8&tag=httpdiy365blo-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B001AOZ78A%22%3EDr.%20Bronner%20-%20Citrus%20Castile%20Liquid%20Soap,%2032%20fl%20oz%20liquid%3C/a%3E%3Cimg%20src=%22http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpdiy365blo-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B001AOZ78A%22%20width=%221%22%20height=%221%22%20border=%220%22%20alt=%22%22%20style=%22border:none%20%21important;%20margin:0px%20%21important;%22%20/%3E">Dr. Bronner’s liquid castile soap</a><br />
20-30 drops <a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=%22http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000W3XG1K?ie=UTF8&tag=httpdiy365blo-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B000W3XG1K%22%3ETea%20Tree%20100%%20Pure%20Essential%20Oil%20-%2010%20ml%3C/a%3E%3Cimg%20src=%22http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpdiy365blo-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B000W3XG1K%22%20width=%221%22%20height=%221%22%20border=%220%22%20alt=%22%22%20style=%22border:none%20%21important;%20margin:0px%20%21important;%22%20/%3E">tea tree essential oil</a><br />
16 ounces distilled or filtered water<br />
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Fill a 16-ounce spray or squirt bottle almost full of water. Add liquid soap and tea tree oil. Shake to mix.<br />
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<b>Furniture Polish Spray</b><br />
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<i>There are two options for this simple furniture cleaner. Both use nearly the same ingredients, but in different proportions. I use spray #1 for my vintage and antique furniture—these older pieces with a more porous finish just “drink” up the oil. Spray #2 is great for painted furniture or pieces with a harder finish.</i><br />
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Olive oil<br />
Distilled white vinegar<br />
Lemon essential oil or fresh lemon juice<br />
Distilled or filtered water (for spray #1)<br />
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For spray #1, put ¾ cup olive oil, ¼ cup vinegar, and 40 or so drops lemon oil or ¼ tsp. fresh lemon juice in bottle. (This only makes about 8 ounces, so you may want to get a smaller bottle. Since it’s largely oil-based, you don’t need to use a lot; I usually squirt a little on a clean rag and buff it in.)<br />
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For spray #2, put two tsp. olive oil in 16-ounce bottle, add 20 or more drops lemon essential oil (or 1 to 2 tsp. fresh lemon juice) and ¼ cup vinegar. Fill the rest of the bottle with water. Shake well before each use.<br />
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If you are using fresh lemon juice, most experts recommending keeping your spray in the fridge so the lemon juice doesn’t go rancid. <br />
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<b>Soft Scrubber</b><br />
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<i>I use this when I need some extra scrubbing power; to scour my kitchen sink, to get at the bathtub and the texturized bottom of my shower. One note: Baking soda will leave a residue, so try not to use it on glass shower doors or metal fixtures, unless you don’t mind following with a vinegar spray cleaner to make things shine.</i><br />
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Baking soda<br />
<a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=%22http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B001AOZ78A?ie=UTF8&tag=httpdiy365blo-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B001AOZ78A%22%3EDr.%20Bronner%20-%20Citrus%20Castile%20Liquid%20Soap,%2032%20fl%20oz%20liquid%3C/a%3E%3Cimg%20src=%22http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpdiy365blo-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B001AOZ78A%22%20width=%221%22%20height=%221%22%20border=%220%22%20alt=%22%22%20style=%22border:none%20%21important;%20margin:0px%20%21important;%22%20/%3E">Dr. Bronner’s liquid castile soap</a><br />
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Homemade soft scrubbers can tend to dry out, so I mix this on the fly. I put baking soda in a shaker container (dollar-store confectioner’s sugar shakers work well), shake out as needed on the surface to be cleaned, and add a few drops of Dr. Bronner’s liquid castile soap. I then lather it up with a wet scrub brush, rinse, and repeat as needed.<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><a href="http://www.freedigitalphotos.net/images/view_photog.php?photogid=982">Image: graur codrin / FreeDigitalPhotos.net</a></span>Elizabeth Anne Mayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819562965329671851noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681853984586520904.post-89055724862341568502010-08-26T19:19:00.000-07:002010-08-26T19:19:15.422-07:00Clean and Green: Making Your Own Cleaning Products, Part 1<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8qDJaUJYZfAFVKoAUrNDi-SwnZ_Pee9QIeOB25cYKcYtobV-A10X9u7rpdhH-UENxYN_FK_JKqJfUhxMmlvLkMQxrzN7j6e_9HetL54mUbn-PaoQ78OH1KMNNNC4dlQxPUM8vxNcyy9On/s1600/leaf+blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8qDJaUJYZfAFVKoAUrNDi-SwnZ_Pee9QIeOB25cYKcYtobV-A10X9u7rpdhH-UENxYN_FK_JKqJfUhxMmlvLkMQxrzN7j6e_9HetL54mUbn-PaoQ78OH1KMNNNC4dlQxPUM8vxNcyy9On/s320/leaf+blog.jpg" /></a></div>Everyone’s “going green” these days. Recycling bins show up in nearly every business and home; schools and workplaces go “paperless”; hip boutiques carry purses and accessories made of everything from old license plates to juice boxes to recycled newspapers; and, families everywhere toss their harsh commercial cleaners in favor of natural, homemade concoctions that save the planet--and their pocketbook.<br />
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Well, I may be stretching it a bit with the last one, but we could all benefit from considering how we can “green” up our cleanup. If you’re like I was, you probably haven’t thought too much about what’s lurking under your kitchen sink or in your bathroom cupboard. But what if you could replace the plethora of commercial cleaning products—many harboring caustic, or even potentially toxic, chemicals—with a few simple, time-tested basic cleaning supplies that are all-natural?<br />
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Think pantry staples like baking soda, lemon juice, olive oil, and white distilled vinegar. Add in the aromatic world of essential oils for heavenly scents and extra disinfecting power. Mix. Repeat.<br />
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That’s just about how complex homemade, green cleaners are. In fact, for earlier generations this won’t be big news. Just ask your grandma. She probably didn’t buy a different cleaner for every day of the week; many of today’s products weren’t even on the market when she was young. She knows that mildly-abrasive baking soda is safe enough to eat but also can clean your oven, tub, and more. No doubt, she could tell you that vinegar and water mixed in a spray bottle (or club soda) will make your glass, mirrors, and metal shine like never before.<br />
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I began making my own cleaning products nearly 10 months ago, and haven't looked back. Tune in for Part 2 tomorrow when I share my tried and tested tips and homemade cleaning recipes. <br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><a href="http://www.freedigitalphotos.net/images/view_photog.php?photogid=1058">Image: Arvind Balaraman / FreeDigitalPhotos.net</a></span>Elizabeth Anne Mayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819562965329671851noreply@blogger.com0