Five Minute Friday :: Choose

I'm joining Lisa-Jo Baker for her Five Minute Friday.  Her rules:

1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking. 2. Link back here and invite others to join in. 3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community.

The word today is choose. GO.
I choose to write in these last five minutes before we go. I should be doing a million other things, getting the children ready to go, making sure we have enough snacks, and all sorts of other things. I really want to get my writing out of me today.

It is one of those crazy weeks, and five minutes can sometimes be the most I can eek out. Maybe not even that much. I have chosen to write a little, and now I must go!  Shalom my friends, and may you choose to take a moment today to continue following your goals and pursuing your dreams!

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Thanks for stopping by! It's been a crazy week this week with furniture shopping and wedding prep for my brother. I've been going almost non-stop, and my regular things are not being very regular.  Maybe next week?

Small Miracles :: a moment to write

These last couple of weeks have been a skip in the new routines I've been getting used to. Finding time to write has been a challenge without the predictable hours of solitude. So, amidst furniture shopping, thinking about my brother's wedding, keeping the house running, and making dinner, all with extra people around, I am thankful.

I'm thankful for this little moment I have to throw out a few words in the universe and see if they catch.

Shabbat Thought: Vayakhel

Each week in the Synagogue, a different portion of scripture is studied.  The Torah (Old Testament) is broken into portions which are read over the course of a year.  At the end of the year, it starts over again so the Bible is read annually. 

This week's Parasha is Vayakhel from Exodus 35:1-38:20.

It keeps blowing my mind how important the craftspeople were to God. I know I've said it before. It continues to strike me as amazing!

"And He has filled him with the Spirit of God, in wisdom, in understanding and in knowledge and in all craftsmanship...so as to perform in every inventive work. He also has put in his heart to teach...He has filled them with skill to perform every work...as performers of every work and makers of designs." (Exodus 35:30-35)

When I think of God filling people with the Ruach(Hebrew for Spirit) in the Bible, I think of prophets, preachers, soldiers and judges. I don't think of artists. But here, God gives Bezalel and Oholiab the Ruach to understand and know their art, to be skillful, and to teach.

Has God given you an art, a skill to use? He may very well have put it there for a purpose to serve Him in amazing ways! Don't think that the Ruach isn't with you just because you're an artist. The work of your hands can be guided by God and used for big things.

Shabbat Shalom!

Five Minute Friday:: Small

I'm joining Lisa-Jo Baker for her Five Minute Friday.  Her rules:

1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking. 2. Link back here and invite others to join in. 3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community.

The word today is small. GO.
When I do my Five minute Fridays, the first thing that runs through my head is the word association game.  Small means little makes me think of this song I've heard, I thought it was called "Little Armpits" but it's, "Armpits" by Mike Phirman. It's the perfect tickling song!



But my kids aren't very little anymore. My house doesn't have small clothes, or small shoes, or diapers really. I know they still need me, even as they stop being small. I still need my mommy and daddy all the time, so I know that they need me. I can't get away with using this song anymore. They're bigger, and their legs hurt when they kick me!

Its not a small thing to mother. It's not a small thing to shape their world. It's not a small thing to tickle armpits...well. It occurred to me that when armpits get big, they might stink, and then my kids could get back at me with ARMPITS!

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Thanks for stopping by! And check out my Shabbat Devotional for this week!

When Someone Asks for Change

When you frequent city streets, it's inevitable that someone will ask you for some change. "Do you have change?  I'm hungry.  I haven't eaten today."  Strangely enough, I'm often caught off-guard when someone asks me. And they ask pretty frequently. If you are like me, you generally have about four voices arguing inside your head telling you what to do in this situation. 

The first voice whispers, "Don't look, keep walking.  That person will just be using the money for drugs, or alcohol anyhow.  Keep walking.  If you don't see him, he becomes invisible."

The second voice you hear argues.  "Stop your apathy!  You know what is right and what is wrong!  It's not your responsibility for what they do with the money. It's your job to care for those in need."

The third voice complains, "I don't have cash anyhow.  I only use my credit card or debit card for purchasing in stores, so it's likely I don't have any change at all!"

The fourth voice cries, "Is there a different way?!"

I'm writing today at the Messianic Times.  Click here to read the rest of the article!

Small Miracles :: my capable 10 year old

I remember the days when it was too hard for me to help my husband with the shoveling. After feeding the kids, cleaning, changing, dressing, diapering, I barely had time to throw the laundry into the dryer before having to make lunch.

But this year is different. Not only can all the kids occupy themselves outdoors while I can help shovel, occasionally, they can help. They can even do it independently! This morning, my oldest went outside to play in the snow before anyone else was dressed. I think the snowballs were calling him. I asked him to do a quick clean of the back walk, which he did.

Now, there's only the evidence of where he's been. My small miracle: a clean walkway, with the sun working on it to melt the rest, without any work on my part.

Look for a small miracle today. I bet you can find one!

Five Minute Friday :: Garden

I'm joining Lisa-Jo Baker for her Five Minute Friday.  Her rules:

1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking. 2. Link back here and invite others to join in. 3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community.

The word today is garden. GO.

It's funny to think about a garden right now. Snow covers my world, the world of New England, and I can't even see the ground except where we've shoveled. It seems so permanent sometimes, when you're in a deep freeze. Ten inches of snow, snow fortresses and walls surround you.  In the parking lots, there are four or five mountains of snow that will still have remnants in May.

But underneath the snow, the frozen ground is getting ready. Once the earth warms up just a little, (well...maybe alot) and the ground is workable, it'll be ready for the beginning of a garden. Peas and lettuce can be started as soon as the ground can be worked.

I think life can be thought of in seasons. I'm thinking of my dear friend who has a baby girl and two five-year old boys. It seems in that season of life your world is covered in a foot of snow. What good can come when I am frozen in place and it's impossible to move forward with just about anything?

But underneath is the garden. When things warm up, dear one, the ground will be moist, roots will be able to take hold, and the flowers will be beautiful.

Trust me, I'm in the melting of early spring.

and STOP.

Happy Valentine's Day!  Enjoy all those who would fling their arms around your neck and deposit slobbery kisses! Thanks for stopping by!  While you're here, will you check out my devotional for this Shabbat's reading?

Shabbat Thought :: Ki Tisa

Each week in the Synagogue, a different portion of scripture is studied.  The Torah (Old Testament) is broken into portions which are read over the course of a year.  At the end of the year, it starts over again so the Bible is read annually. 

Are we all familiar with the story of the golden calf? That's the main story in this Parasha, Ki Tisa from Exodus 30:11 - 34:35. Moses is up in the mountain too long, and the people of Israel get restless. They badger Aaron into doing something, so they tear out all the gold earrings, and quickly forge a golden calf to worship God. Moses returns, he and God get really mad, people die, Moses confronts God to save the people. God shows Himself to be merciful, and life goes on.

Aside from the main plot of idolatry, and putting God first, I noticed something along the same lines of what I'd noticed about the previous Parasha. God has just finished giving Moses careful directions about artisans. The care and technique to be put into the Holy artifacts was going to be great. God called for well-trained people to do this work, and wanted it to be well done. The materials to make these things was to be collected through a free-will offering, showing love for God. This is the outline of God's way.

Man's way: tear out earrings, throw the gold into the fire and roughly create a calf. Aaron was not an artisan but a priest. It's as if they were living in the shadows. They couldn't forsee the things to come that Moses was going to bring down from the mountain with him.

Now, too, we can see more than the Israelites in the Torah.  "The Torah has a shadow of the good things to come—not the form itself of the realities." (Hebrews 10:1 TLV) Now that Messiah Yeshua is among us, He has made things of the Torah, of the Law, seem as harsh to us as did the calf made from earrings torn out of ears. We need to not get impatient with God. His timing is perfect, and He knows things just around the corner that we can't yet see. 

Are you one of the people of God, impatient that things aren't stirring yet? Or are you one the artisans waiting for your time to shine? Perhaps you're like Aaron, and you're just trying to get to the next step the best you can. Whichever you are, trust that you don't know it all, but God does.  And He has it under control.

Shabbat Shalom my friends! May you stay warm and be loved!

What it means to love

And these three remain, faith hope and love, and the greatest of these is love.

Valentine's day and love go together. I suppose. Aside from the fun part of the day - the hearts, the cards, the candy - I don't make a big deal about the day. Love is bigger than just the day. Its more than just romance. Its about relationship.

I think sometimes my faith and hope get in the way of my capacity to love.

Do you ever get to the point of getting to know someone when a difference holds you back from becoming closer friends? I have. Perhaps you disagree on how to interpret the Scriptures. Or perhaps this person doesn't read the Bible at all. Or perhaps their lifestyle is the exact opposite of how you live and how you believe God asks you to live? Or maybe they think the things you like are stupid? We've all probably been through this. We learn to make safe friends, people like ourselves, people who will return our love.

Even today, I'm most comfortable with a musician, Trekkie (or Whovian), or someone who shares my beliefs. I've found over the years, though, that I share different core beliefs with different people. I have found that I have more similarities with others than I'd realized as my younger self. As a teenager, I had a tendency to distance myself from those who didn't believe in the same way I did. I was concerned and loved those who didn't believe, but I always felt separate.

As I've grown-up, I've come to understand that God wants me to love. He wants me to love with His love, a love so profound that it breaks down all kinds of separating walls. He wants me to love the unlovable and those who are different.

Yeshua was criticized for breaking bread with those who were considered unworthy. He tended to talk to the unwanted, eat with the unpopular, heal on the wrong days. In this century, don't you think Yeshua would accompany people to happy hour? Wouldn't He go to the worst parts of the cities despite the threat of shootings? Wouldn't He shake your hand, even if you were in the middle of the NoroVirus? He loves when its inconvenient and messy.

I still am not sure I understand how to love people while believing that what they are doing is wrong, without compromising truth. But this passage encourages me, "For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I will know fully, even as I have been fully known." (1 Corinthians 13:12 TLV) I don't have to know! I know that love is the greatest. I need to follow the example Yeshua put before us, and love others. Meanwhile, I'll trust God for the rest.

But now these three remain— faith, hope, and love. And the greatest of these is love.(1 Corinthians 13:13 TLV)

Small Miracles:: the local planetarium

What do you do when you've had way too many snow days? And it's still too cool outside to do much with the kids. And you're on something of a tight budget so extra spending isn't part of the plan?

In New Haven, you head to the Leitner Planetarium. Small, and free, its a perfect little outing for a Sunday afternoon.

What do you do to beat cabin fever on a day like today?

A quick addendum to my Shabbat Thought

If you feel as if you have no talents, you are wrong.  I have never, ever met anyone without a talent. You may feel untalented when you're comparing yourself to someone else.  But you are uniquely you, and have a talent.  Really really.

If you are reading this and are not a part of a church or synagogue or other religious order, I don't want you to disregard the message here.  Everyone is part of a community somewhere.  Each person has a part to play.  It may be your work environment, school (yours or your child's), your family or the local community.  It may simply boil down to the people you walk past on the street or the people in your home.  How can you use your talents here where you are?

Five Minute Friday:: Write

I'm joining Lisa-Jo Baker for her Five Minute Friday.  Her rules:

1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking. 2. Link back here and invite others to join in. 3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community.

The word today is write. GO.
The written word is so powerful.  As powerful as the spoken word, or any word for that matter.  But the written word sustains and is lasting.  Oral traditions eventually fade away.  But when we look at history, it is those who write that have a legacy that lasts long beyond their generation.  Incredibly, in our society, we have access to documents created hundreds of years ago, thousands of years ago, and many thousands of years ago.  To write is to express one's inner thoughts. To read is to hear, and hopefully, understand the thoughts of others. It's a give and a take.

We can read documents from the first century and earlier and know that human beings have not changed throughout most of history.  We can read documents from a hundred years ago, and find that things we have as every day were science fiction at that point.  Or we can see that even if our technology has advanced, we haven't burned all the books like it was foretold in Farenheit 451.

To write is amazing, and I'm glad to be able to share it with you!

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Thanks for stopping by!  While you're here, will you check out my devotional for this Shabbat's reading?

Shabbat Thought: Parasha Tetzaveh

Each week in the Synagogue, a different portion of scripture is studied.  The Torah (Old Testament) is broken into portions which are read over the course of a year.  At the end of the year, it starts over again so the Bible is read annually. 

This week's Parasha is Parasha Tetzaveh from Exodus 27:20-30:10.

You shall make holy garments for Aaron your brother, for glory and for beauty.  You shall speak to all the skillful persons whom I have endowed with the spirit of wisdom, that they make Aaron’s garments to consecrate him, that he may minister as priest to Me. -- Exodus 28:2-3

In this parasha, God starts to give directions on setting up the Tent of Meeting, and what the Priests are supposed to do.  I'm struck once again at how kind and loving God is toward the people.  He is about to transform a family that has been a people of slaves for hundreds of years into His chosen people.  The text itself seems extremely technical and boring. But beyond the detailed instructions of making the Temple items is the notion that there needed to be artisans to create such things.  God does not merely give directions to the priests, He gets His people involved in creating the new nation.

Although Aaron and the priests get mentioned by name in the Scripture, think about the people needed to get such things implemented. This portion mentions: olive oil specially made for the lamps, sacred vestments for Aaron and his sons, sacrifice of bulls and other animals, fire offerings to God, sacrifices to be eaten (both bread and meat), and an ark made from wood. 

At the very least, there would need to be specialists for making oil, tailors and seamstresses, jewel workers, metal workers for the gold in the garments, shepherds, butchers, fire tenders, cooks, carpenters, lumberjacks. Just by looking at the things God asked them to make, we can assume these specialists existed.  Then, there's all the people who would clean, teach, manage others, or maintain the homes.  God quickly gives a formally slave people tasks to keep them busy and focused on Him.

In the modern world, all too often, a church or synagogue focuses on central personalities.  It is important to have leadership and figures in the front, but each person, no matter how small the role may seem, is key to building the Kingdom of Heaven.  1 Corinthians 12 compares the body of Messiah with the human body.  Each part is needed.  

For the body is not one part, but many. If the foot says, “Since I’m not a hand, I’m not part of the body,” is it therefore not part of the body? And if the ear says, “Since I’m not an eye, I’m not part of the body,” is it for this reason any less part of the body? If the whole body were an eye, where would the hearing be? If the whole were hearing, where would the sense of smell be? But now God has placed the parts—each one of them—in the body just as He desired. If they were all one part, where would the body be? But now there are many parts, yet one body. -- 1 Corinthians 12:14-20 (TLV Version)

When I lead the congregation as cantor, I am doing what is comfortable and what God has called me to do.  When someone else washes the dishes after lunch and wipes down the counters, they are often doing what is comfortable for them, and what they are called to do.  I am thankful for those who are able to do what seem to be smaller tasks.  They're not smaller, just not as noticed.  Sometimes, you really need to read in between the lines to see, but they're there.

Are you being the part of the Body that you need to be?  God wants YOU to do what you can do.  Often times, that is an area in which you're gifted.  And sometimes, it's a season. It may mean that right now, you sit with your baby at home nursing and quietly pray.  It may mean that you sing with a music group.  It may mean that you refill the toilet paper. What can you do to play your part?

I wrote an addendum as I was thinking about what I'd written.  Pop over here to read it.

One Step at a Time

I am so honored to be able to link to Art of Simple blog.  I've followed Simple Mom for a very long time.  I connected with Tsh when I realized we have daughters about the same age - at that point, they were five.  Reading her stories, I connected with her decisions to live a simple life.  Then, I realized we're the same age.  I thought so highly of the work she's done to create such a blog.  

I got a little jealous.  Before motherhood, I loved to write.  After kids, I found myself not being focused enough to get anything down consistently.  It ate away at me.  How do other mothers do it?  I wondered how I could be more of myself.  I wondered how someone my age with three kids could do it, and I couldn't.  I forgot to give myself grace for the challenging medical things I've had to manage as a mother.  

I listened faithfully, though, and paid attention.  I was there when I saw the day in the life of series, on how Tsh is actually quite a bit like me, and the only way she got things done was to really carve out time -- time which wasn't realistic in my life at that point.  I was there, listening to the podcast, interjecting my thoughts, even though Tsh and her cohost couldn't hear me.  I was there as Tsh and her cohosts discussed the art and business of blogging, and of dreaming.  And making art.  

I was stirred to action.  Then, one day, my youngest went to school all day, and I had the day to myself to dream a little.  I started to write a little, to test the waters.  It feels good and right to be putting my words and ideas out there.   

The thing I love most about Simple Mom, now the Art of Simple, is the encouragement to be who you are.  Living a Messianic Jewish life isn't always easy.  Having faith in Jesus, while walking to the beat of a Jewish drum is different than being either Jewish or Christian.  I want to reach to others and be the type of encouragement for this walk that Tsh has been for me.

I'm working on this crazy dream.  One step at a time!  I'm so inspired by Tsh, that I am ready to follow my own dreams, and take some steps in that direction!

Small Miracles:: Crockpot Pizza!

The other week, on a Wednesday, as we sat down to dinner, my daughter asked me why we didn't have pizza for dinner that night.  We had had a conversation earlier in the day throwing around dinner ideas, and pizza was one of them.  I apologized, and promised that we could have pizza the next day, if I could figure out how to have it ready to eat as soon as we walk in the door.  Thursdays are our craziest days. I pick the kids up from school, play for 2 ballet classes, then we rush home for dinner.  Generally, we eat sandwiches, or something straight from the crock pot.  Pizza is trickier. Even if I had the pizza ready to throw into the oven when we got home, it still would take longer to be ready than the time we have on a Thursday night.


So.  I went to good 'ole Google and searched for crock pot pizza and slow cooker pizza.  Wouldn't you know, I wasn't the only one thinking of such a thing!  It was hard to find what I wanted, however.  I had to sift through recipes for pizza casserole and pizza sauce.  I finally found what I wanted.

I found a link to crockingirls.com.  I'm really enjoying their website!  They have a ton of unorthodox slow cooker recipes.  I looked at their Slow Cooker Pizza recipe, and used the technique with my usual pizza dough recipe from Life as Mom instead of canned pizza dough.  I used half the batch of dough in the crock pot.  I could have used more like 1/3 and had a thinner crust.

To be fair, my first try was not the same as pizza baked quickly at a high temperature.  I've eaten much better.  I've made much better.  But it was cooked, the cheese was melted, and it wasn't burned. It was ready when we walked in the door.  The only one in my family that refused a piece was the child who refuses pizza anyway.

I'm sure with a little tweaking, this will become a regular in my rotation of easy crock pot dinners for my crazy evenings.