Archive | June, 2012

Paprika or Chili Powder???

29 Jun

Let me start off by saying I CAN cook.  If you ask Brandn how dinner was tonight he would just give you a look.  If you ask me how dinner was tonight I would say brilliant!!!!  I do maybe 20% of the cooking in our house; Brandn loves to cook so why would I rob him of that joy???  When we met he was one of the chefs at a fancy-shmancy restaurant in San Angelo and he had just been accepted to the Scottsdale Culinary Art Institute accredited by Le Cordon Bleu.  I married him because he cooks amazing food, has a great butt and he drove a BMW at the time.  I’m just sayin’.

7 by Jen Hatmaker has changed my life in several ways.  One of the chapters is about waste.  After reading it I vowed to be more mindful about leftovers and eat them before they go bad.  The morning after I read this chapter I think I may have gone a little psycho and yelled at Brandn for throwing away burnt pancakes.  I saw a black pancake in the trash and almost pulled it out to eat it.  I was not acting like a loving wife when I told him kids are starving in Africa so I would eat the burnt pancakes and don’t throw anymore away.

Jen Hatmaker has 5 kids; 3 biological and 2 adopted from Ethiopia.  The following is from the waste chapter of 7, written while they were in the adoption process, which made me cry:

I wept for all my children tonight, my Ethiopian children orphaned by disease or hunger or poverty who will go to bed with no mother tonight and my biological children who will battle the American complacency and overindulgence for the rest of their lives.  I don’t know who I feel worse for.

That slapped me across the face and I decided we need to better about eating leftovers.

Brandn was practicing bass tonight so that meant I was cooking…poor Brandn, he had no idea what he was in store for.  I found chips, meat, spinach and beans; the perfect core ingredients for nachos.  Then I remembered we had leftover rice, carrots, corn and baby peas.  Then I noticed the half eaten slice of American cheese.  Then I put the chips back and decided to break up the old taco shells because I knew they would sit there and go bad.  I assembled all the food on the taco shells, I mean chips, and decided they needed more cheddar cheese.  I was too lazy to cut the cheese (YES!!!!!!! Had to work that one in, I’m soooo mature.)  I mean too lazy to grate more cheese so the nachos only had about half the cheese we usually use.  One more step then my master piece was ready for the oven.  Smother them in Paprika.  Only I didn’t grab the Paprika, I grabbed Chili Powder and didn’t realize it till after I put the lid back on.

Dinner was served.  Brandn took one look at the nachos and exclaimed “Peas!?!?!?!? You’re not allowed to cook nachos ever again.”  I think they were the best nachos ever and I will toot my own horn and pat myself on the back.  My belly is happy and food was not wasted.

 

Thanks for allowing me to share my world with you…welcome to my brain.

Don’t let us miss it

26 Jun

Tonight was awesome!  Every Monday Revive Church has prayer night.  I stopped going a while ago so I could stay home with Danica.  I felt guilty being gone all day at work an then coming home for a hurried dinner and then bolting out the door again and missing time with her.  Well, she is spending the week with Grandma/pa Oye (I named them that after the Santana song Oye Coma Va.)   Since we are were kidless we decided to try date night again (our last date night resulted in us swiping a car in the parking lot, getting into a huge fight and being the pissed off, married couple at the restaurant.)  Date night part 2 was much better.  We went to a pretty cool sushi place, Starbucks and then prayer.  And  might I mention that no cars were harmed in the making of date night part 2.

We held prayer in our new location.  It was my first time in the building and it felt great being in there and I can’t wait to transform a gym and some rooms upstairs into Revive Church.  My heart is full.  We prayed throughout the rooms of our new location.  Not silent prayers but loud prayers.  We walked around and prayed with passion, conviction and thanksgiving.  We prayed for whatever was on our hearts. Not embarrassed if others heard us.  Not afraid that we were judged for what we prayed for or how we prayed.  If you feel silly or uncomfortable praying out loud let me tell you this; hearing me pray out load will make you feel WAY more confident in your praying abilities. lol

There is something powerful about praying out loud with boldness and with praise and worship songs in the back ground.  What was on my heart was that we don’t miss it.  God opened the doors for us.  He brought us to our neighborhood, to the building we are in.  Soon we will be there permanently, not just for a few hours on Sunday but every day of the week.  I pray that we don’t waste the building the 6 other days of the week.  I pray that we open the doors during the week to the people of our neighborhood.  I pray that people know there is a church there not because a sign tells them a church is there but because we love the community and they feel the love of Jesus.  We now have rooms and storage places.  I pray we fill these rooms up with food we can hand out to hungry families.  I pray we have warm clothes we can give to homeless people in the winter.  I pray we have house stuff we can bless people with that can’t afford to buy it.  I pray we don’t miss opportunities and that God opens our eyes, ears and hearts to see the unspoken needs.  I pray that we love people like He calls us to love them.  I pray that we do all this not to glorify us and make Revive Church look good but to glorify God and make Him look good.

God is wrecking me.  He’s breaking my heart for things I never really cared about before.  Things that I missed.  Days wasted caring only about my close friends,  family members and myself.  Turning a blind eye to strangers and those in need.  So many missed opportunities to show the love of Jesus Christ.  I pray I don’t miss it.  I pray God opens my eyes and breaks my heart for what breaks His.

I give thanks for our new building.  He has shown Himself faithful in making this move happen and I pray we don’t waste the opportunity.

Thanks for allowing me to share my world with you…welcome to my brain.

Crack houses and foundation

19 Jun

Forgive me.  It’s been 8 days since my last blog.  The pause in my posting isn’t due to lack of inspiration it’s due to lack of free time.  I generally blog in the evening when I have some time to sit on my couch and just chill, till the next episode.  (If you know me you know I’m singing a sing right now.)  The last 3 weeks all my free time has been consumed with looking online at houses and driving around Austin looking at those houses.  Let me tell you, that was stressful!

We would see a house online that looked nice.  We would find several in the area and then drive over to see them and get a feel for the neighborhood.  Let me just say this: B has a CHL but he wasn’t packing one day and we were afraid we would be jumped.  At some houses we couldn’t tell if they were empty or if the people who lived there forgot to cut the grass for 2 years.  Seriously, you could see the weeds over the 6 foot privacy fence.  While looking at one house I sent a text to a friend telling her we were peeking in windows to see if the house was empty so please pray that it is so we don’t get shot.  When I tell people the only houses in Austin we can afford are crack houses, they think I’m speaking in hyperboles.  I tend to do that, but this time I’m serious.

We found a cool house but it had several small things wrong with it.  By themselves, these things aren’t a big deal but all of them combined was a bad sign.  Brandn was researching the house and he found a report stating the foundation had settled around the edges up to 1 and 5/8 of an inch.  So the foundation was off and that caused a chain reaction of things to go wrong inside the house.  In order for the house to function properly, the foundation needed to be fixed.

That got me thinking; I knew there was a blog in there somewhere…

What is your foundation built on?  I’m not talking about your house, I’m talking about YOU.

“Why do you call me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ and do not do what I say? I will show you what he is like who comes to me and hears my words and puts them into practice. He is like a man building a house, who dug down deep and laid the foundation on rock. When a flood came, the torrent struck that house but could not shake it, because it was well built. But the one who hears my words and does not put them into practice is like a man who built a house on the ground without a foundation. The moment the torrent struck that house, it collapsed and its destruction was complete.”  Luke 6: 46-49

Is your foundation built on truth or lies?  Do you realize you were made in the image of a holy, heavenly father or do you think you are worthless?  If your foundation is off it will cause everything else to be off.  When you look within, do you like what you see or do you pick yourself apart?  When Jesus looks at you, He sees the ugly, hidden truth that you hide from everyone else and He loves you anyway!!

Thanks for allowing me to share my world with you…welcome to my brain.


the 2002 Katie

10 Jun

I turn 31 tomorrow.  I’m not freaking out.  Honestly; I could care less.  I told B all I want is a Big John.  Now, before you people with dirty minds start thinking I’m talking about bone jumping, I’m not.  I’m talking about a delicious, ridiculously big, vegan cookie with chocolate chips and oatmeal..did I mention they’re delicious?  That’s all I want.

I’m reading 7 by Jen Hatmaker.  I’ve mentioned it before; you should read it; it will change your life.  In the chapter about fasting media, she trows in a heartfelt letter to herself back in 2004.  What this has to do with fasting media I still don’t know.  But it has inspired me to do the same.  So here goes.  It’s a letter to me 10 years ago…

Hi Katie, it’s me Katie.  I’m from the future.  You just turned 21 and you’ve only been married barely over 1 year.  I would like to give you some advise but you have a pride issue so I know you’ll get upset and all worked up because you think my advise is really correction and think I’m telling you you’re living your life wrong.  But who cares.  I’m talking to myself so I guess I can tell me you’re stupid and some things need to be changed.  😉

1.  Your husband loves you.  Sure he does some thing you don’t like but instead of constantly fighting over it why don’t you extend grace over him?  Why don’t you talk it out and figure out why he does what he does and love him and support him and encourage him instead of nagging  him and “being a B.”  (For those of you that don’t speak Katie, when I say “being a B” I mean the cuss word that starts with a “b” but this is my way of cussing without actually cussing.)

This would tick me off because at this point I’ve been married over a year and I know all the answers and I don’t need any unsolicited marriage advice; so back off!

2.  That man is not your husband; stop thinking about him.

3.  Go to church.  The God you are ignoring now will grab ahold of you and Brandn and He won’t let go.  You will move to Austin and be part of a church plant and Brandn will be a pastor and learn to play bass and your future kids will be “pastor’s kids.”

Ok, this will crack me up and we will laugh for hours about this one.  We will laugh so hard my abs will hurt for like 3 days afterwards.  I’ll tell Brandn what the future Katie said and he will probably laugh and I’ll start laughing again and my abs will hurt again.

4.   Once you get to Austin, you will want to become a hippie and wear flowy dresses and no make-up everyday.  You will actually be excited to recycle and start running again.

Laughter again because at this point I can’t go anywhere without makeup and the clothes I wear are tight and scream I have boobs.

5.  Cute little Zeppelin will grow up an be huge.  He will attack you and try to eat you, twice.  This will cause you and Brandn to have the biggest fight of your lives and you will seriously think you’re getting divorced; over a DOG!  You will not get divorced.  Zeppelin will live a happy life until that sad day when you put him down.  You will talk a lot of crap about him but you will smile and miss him every time you see a Weimaraner in the future.

6.  Just because you are 21 that doesn’t mean you have to drink.  Put down the 3 Wisemen and drink a glass of water.  All that drink will do is cost way too much money, fill you with empty calories and cause you to puke your guts out.

7.  Just because that person is homeless that doesn’t mean he/she is too lazy to get a job.  They probably get no joy in standing on the corner watching people drive past them with judgmental/accusing eyes.  You won’t give every homeless person money but you will realize they are people too and try to help in your own way.

8.  Forgive her.  She did the best she could.  One day you will finally realize that she loves you and she always has.

This will really piss me off because the 2002 Katie likes to live in a world where I am the victim.  But the truth is I don’t understand the words forgive, mercy and grace.

I think that’s all I would say.  Not as encouraging and guiding as Jen’s letter to herself but hey, she’s a professional writer; I just started this writing thing back in December.

Thanks for allowing me to share my world with you…welcome to my brain.

1st World Problems

3 Jun

So today was interesting.  It’s funny how something can cause you to cry and then 10 minutes later you realize that there are way bigger issues out there.  So what happened to me in the 10 minutes in-between?  God slapped me.

B and I are in the process of looking for a house.  I will spare you all the dramatic details about this because that is not the point of this blog. To make a very long story short:  They will finance us, BUT we need a good size down payment.  We can afford the mortgage, but we don’t have the down payment.

I was talking to a friend before church about how I’m coming to grips that we can’t afford to live where we want to live and that I had to swallow some pride and ask family members for down payment help.  And thinking about getting a loan for that much overwhelms me.

A little while later we were talking about World Vision sponsor kids.  Our church sponsors a little girl and we put out 5 more cards for people to look at and hopefully sponsor a kid.  I told them I can’t look at the kids because “my heart isn’t prepared to look at those right now.”  What that really meant was I don’t want to look at the kids because there is a need and I want to ignore it because meeting that need would require me to spend $35/month.

Then I walked into the cafeteria while the band was rehearsing to check out the hottie playing the bass (f0r those of you that don’t know, my husband is the hot base player.)  They were playing this song and I started worshiping; this song is ridiculous and you should listen to it. Well God decided to use this moment to do some slapping.  The lyrics I was singing are: “Come be the fire inside of me, come be the flame upon my heart.  Come be the fire inside of me, until you and I are one.”

SLAP!!!!

The tears came and wouldn’t stop.

How can I be one with God when there are 5 kids on the table that I’m choosing to ignore.  There is a obvious need and I’m not willing to spend $35 to meet it.  These kids go to bed hungry and wake up hungry.  They don’t go to school, they only have one pair of clothes, and they most likely have parents that are dying of AIDS.  They have to walk miles to get clean water and they risk being picked up and sold into human trafficking every day.

So I walked my crying butt over to the table and looked at the kids.  He is 4 and his name is, are you ready, this is seriously his name.  His name is Goodluck.  Oy my gosh, how cool is that?!?  As I type this I literally just realized his  birthday is in 2 days!  You better believe I’m crying…AGAIN!!

Jesus calls us to love the least of these.  We are rich by this world’s standards.  If you make more than 35K you are in the top 4% of the world’s income earners.  We have a social obligation to those living below poverty.  How can I call myself a Christian, a Christ follower, if I choose to turn a blind eye to those in need?

I woke up this morning stressing about how are we gonna come up with a down payment and Jesus reminded me there are kids out there stressing about if they’re gonna eat today.  I’m not downplaying the stress or importance of buying a house, but I realized that even though it’s stressful I am blessed and I need to do my part in helping those in need.

Like I’ve said before, I’m a mess and a work in progress.

Thanks for allowing me to share my world with you…welcome to my brain.