Wednesday, November 9, 2011

I love Mommy Blogs

I don't know a better word for them. Blogs by mothers who love their kids, but more importantly love the Lord. They write about their lives from a place of Truth. Sharing their insecurities, failures, shortcomings, they inspire me. Women who I've never met. Will never know. Who don't know me.


They lead me. They help me in my journey to know my Father more deeply. They challenge me and love me and speak truth to me daily. They teach me how to bake and be a good girlfriend while I wait for the day that I will try to be a good wife. They teach me to be a good friend and daughter. They lead me on this journey of not knowing what I'm doing with my life. Where I'm going. How I'm getting there. They remind me that I can lean on my Lord and He is always faithful.

Oh, these women. These women who I follow on twitter. Whose blogs I read. Whose lives have been shared with me through the internet through a computer that God gave to me. I will use it for His glory. I will learn from women who are farther along in their walk than me. I will hold on to His promises and truths. I will be thankful for the women He has put in my life to help me do these things.

Here are a few:

Lara To Overflowing 
Stacey 29 lincolnavenue   

Adventures in Bread Making

I made bread. From scratch. No bread maker. No mix. I used yeast, sugar, salt, flour, water, my hands, and my oven.

The recipe was so simple. It did not go as planned. I ran out of all-purpose flour so I was forced to use self-rising (even though I'd already added the yeast and salt). It wasn't becoming less sticky, so I kept adding flour after the four cups stated on the recipe.

Do I remove it from the stove? Do I leave it on? Do I just go for it and see what happens? Do I stir with a spoon or a whisk? WHY IS THIS NOT WORKING?!?!?!

Life gets this way. "I'm doing it right. I'm following the directions!" But why isn't it working how it's supposed to? If I give more, then I get more. If I love harder, then I'll be loved more. If this, then that. Round and round I go, not understanding why it isn't adding up how I thought.

I keep adding. And doing. And kneading. Then there is that calm, still voice:

"He says, 'Be still, and know that I am God;
I will be exalted among the nations,
I will be exalted in the earth.'" Psalm 46:10

Did that say "be still?" Seriously? But if I stop moving then nothing will get done! *deep sigh* I force myself to obey. I stop kneading the dough and simply allow it to rise. When I put it in the oven it smells so good! When I take it out, it tastes delicious. Simple and delicious. 

I put my worries to the side. I stop being busy and take time to pray. It feels so good. I sit with my Lord. Simple and wonderful.

Lessons in bread baking. Who knew?