Monday, November 10, 2014

Cutthroat Kitchen PB&J

The latest craze at our house is mimicking Cutthroat Kitchen from the Food Network.

We don't do the auctions or send anyone "home" we are already at home...but we do scream and clap really loudly for the best tasting dish. 

For one Peanut Butter and Jelly "episode" we gathered ingredients...

...prepared the team...

...gave them 60 seconds to grab ingredients and make a plan...

...then they were off!!

Our taste tester master chef tried the final results.

Basically, the girls won based on presentation and taste.

The boys lost because, in the judge's words, their "sandwich was horrible. And I hate raisins."

Better luck next time boys...

...but thanks for the inspiration and laughter!!

Wednesday, November 05, 2014

Tuesday, November 04, 2014

Today, I Flew.

I went to an aerial yoga class in Harpersville today.
Do not judge.
Here are the silk hanging drapes:

Our family moved 5.5 months ago, changing schools, homes, churches, communities, markets, people, friends, familiarity, almost everything.
The kids asked why ONE THING couldn't stay the same.
It doesn't work like that with us, I told them, it's all and everything.

So I went to aerial yoga today.
And learned to trust hanging upside down. I learned how to swing again, how to regain my balance.

Five months ago I also went to contemporary worship at our new church. They handed me a bulletin with a tear-off thing at the bottom.  I was supposed to write my prayer concern on the bottom part of the bulletin, below the perforation, then walk it up to the offering basket to offer my prayer in the bowl for the week. AS IF.
If I walk my prayer concern to the basket in the front then PEOPLE WILL SEE ME AND KNOW I HAVE A PRAYER CONCERN.
Hello, vulnerability.

I filled out several tear-off thing prayer concerns over the following weeks and occasionally got them in the basket when the service was over. I realized my theme was common: I'm in transition, I need a hug.

I kept writing down, "God, could I please just have a hug? That I can feel?"

So I went to aerial yoga today.
I was nervous and eager, it took a lot of time, and my joints and muscles are gratefully sore. As I wrapped and stretched and trusted the drape, I felt it: the hug.

Aerial yoga feels like a hug from God. 

I wish this same feeling of lightness and work and balance and trust and submission to the drape for every single living being. Even for the not living things, like stones.

Everyone, everything, needs a hug from God.