Daughters Fulfilling Kingdom Dreams, Not Terminating Life

 

I steer clear of politics at Redeeming the Table, because it tends to be a touchy subject and I'm not one to join the debate team.  However, I feel strongly about issues.  As a daughter of the Most High God, as a mother to two beautiful girls with one child on the way, and a daughter to a mother who went through the travesty of her hell on earth known as an abortion, this topic is more than politics for me.  

It's brothers or sisters I don't know.  It's giving a voice to those who weren't given a choice.  It's knowing after walking through a miscarriage and the grief & pain that tore my heart of the loss, that young woman who have an abortion are experiencing the same grief, pain & loss.  I have never met a woman who experienced an abortion and said she was unphased by it.  When I read this article by President Obama and how giving a choice to terminate life was a way we would give our daughters the same chance as our sons to fulfill their dreams, it made my insides cringe as this optimistic spin on hopelessness was spewed.  

Last time I checked, I'm pretty sure my mom never spoke of her dreams being fulfilled; rather, nightmares of the shame & guilt that would ride her.  

And then I saw this link from Sarah Mae on Twitter of a woman killing eight of her children, because they were girls and not boys.  This friends is hell on Earth.  It is not redemption found, but we hold the key to bring redemption.  As image bearers of the Creator, we are to be hope & light.  To call all of creation good.  To bring about his redemption wherever we find ourselves.  

My prayer is that my daughters & this baby growing in my womb would fulfill Kingdom dreams, not ones of the Earthly kind.  

Being a Blessing & Banana Bread Chocolate Chip Cookies

 

Whenever the summer fades and autumn begins, or winter days emerge, banana bread is comfort food.  Our week has been a winter wonderland. Monday the snow began to fall with Tuesday being knee deep for the littles, and today well below freezing.  

Any plans that we had hoped for have taken a turn for lounging in pajamas & lots of dress-up play.  One thing is banana bread chocolate chip cookies.  They speak of home.  Home as all things good, safe & wonderful.  I'm reminded how many children & adults do not know this reality of home.  Where cold, abandon & uncertainty loom at every corner.  

I looked out into the ice-bitten chill that sang of the White Witch last night.  My prayer, "Oh Jesus.  Have mercy on those children, those parents, those people who don't have a warm home.  Who don't have food in their belly.  For those mothers who bury their children.  Who am I?  Thank you for this warm home, food fit for a king.  Thank you that my girls don't know that reality."  

I paused to take in what this world of hopelessness looks like and it breaks me.  Why should I receive a blessing? Then, I read through my journal today from 8/6/11: 

Generosity--giving--one needs to be intentional with life.  With life, money, time & resources.  Managing a home should never just be about creating, saving and restoring for family; but, in order to bring life to those around us.

Our home is not just to create a safety around our children, to provide for their needs, or my needs.  It is that, but it is to be a blessing.  Just as God said at the beginning to Israel, "you are to be a blessing to the nations."  That is hospitality...to be a blessing.  Saying no to more stuff, in order to give more generously.  

This has huge implications with a greater bewilderment to follow of "how can I do it?"  Today, I paint our door frames with Jesus feeding the 5,000 against all odds.  I pray with my girls that we would be mindful of our blessings, in order to give that to others.  I bake cookies with my girls to give them a taste of the sweet mercy of Jesus, and how it's new every morning.  

I would love to hear how you find the blessings and how you give blessings.   

Banana Bread Chocolate Chip Cookies

These are way too good to last that long.  If your's do, then storing them covered will make them more soft and more banana bread like.  

Ingredients:

3 cups blanched almond flour

1 tsp baking soda

3/4 tsp sea salt

1/2 tsp ground Saigon cinnamon (regular is fine)

1/4 tsp ground nutmeg

2 very ripe bananas 

1/2 cup ghee

1/2 cup coconut sugar

2 eggs, room temperature

1/2 cup walnuts, chop them and makes about 2/3 cups

3/4 cup chocolate chips

1 Tb homemade bourbon vanilla or regular vanilla

Directions: 

Preheat oven to 350.  Line a pan with parchment paper.  Set aside.

In a bowl of an electric mixer, beat the bananas until nice & mushy, about 45 seconds on medium.  Add the ghee & coconut sugar and mix for 30 seconds on low-medium.  Add eggs and bourbon vanilla, mix just till combined.  Add the dry ingredients, almond flour, baking soda, sea salt, cinnamon, nutmeg and mix till everything comes together.  Add the walnuts & mix till evenly distributed and follow with the chocolate chips.  

Put about two tablespoons (I use a cookie scoop) onto the lined pan.  Sprinkle with vanilla salt.  Bake for 15-17 minutes, depending on how soft you want them.  Remembering that almond flour is more moist than regular flour.  Cool on the pan for 2 minutes and then transfer, serve & eat.

Weary, and yet there's a miracle inside

 

It's approximately 134 hours into the New Year and I haven't written once.  I've seen my Facebook page flooded with new posts asking to be read, meanwhile, I sit blankly staring into my screen.  With so much hope floating around these days, I can't help but tell you that I have been feeling completely weary.  If there was one word to describe me, it is weary.

You wouldn't think weary should describe my soul, especially when I tell you that we found out in early December that God gave us a miracle in my womb.  This alone should boast of hope & renewed joy.  And yet, my soul has been like that of a monsoon hitting the desert land as it overflows & floods.  There is no place for the water to soak up.  

Can I be honest?  I'm incredibly grateful, and there's that aching of lies that turn the joy & hope sour.  The lies that whisper to me of a hope deferred again.  The waiting for the blood stain picture.  The anticipation, not of holding a baby, but holding another empty womb.  Every twinge, ache makes my heart race.  Too much nausea I get nervous, not enough I think the baby is dead.  

It's just been this week where I let out the news publically, in order to find joy through others joy.  Friends, would you walk with me, share your stories.  You know, the ones filled with hope fulfilled.  Scripture full of truth & life.  Would you sit at my table, it's been rather dull these days as my tastebuds feel bland & my stomach turns.  But, would you remind me of the feast he prepares for us?  Would you share a word, a story that encourages & builds faith?  

Taste & see that the Lord is good...

 

A Year Ago: Tasty Gluten-Free Chocolate Chip Cookies (grain-free)

Two Years Ago: Meyer Lemon-Cranberry Scones & Posole