Cake For Picky Eaters

Just about every single one of my family members and friends will tell you that I am a picky eater. 

I know how to turn "picky" off when I am at somebody's house....but when I'm home...that is a completely different story. 

I love just about everything...with the exception of onions. *shudder* I have never been a huge fan of those. 

I am not crazy about hamburgers, or hotdogs, or chocolate, or ice cream, or cake, or cupcakes. 

Yes, I know, something is wrong with me. 

Some foods are just blehhh to me. And cake is normally blehhh. 

However, whenever I find a food that is blehhh, I like to try and spruce it up a bunch so that I really like whatever it is, and crave it. It is almost like a challenge...I like to challenge myself to cook or bake something so that I find it amazing. 

Yes, we have already established that I am strange. 

So...I have never been a cake fan...unless it is lemon cake. That stuff is amazing. 

But I wanted to make a cake that I would enjoy. However, I didn't want to make pans and pans of cakes (although I am sure my brothers wouldn't have minded).

So I thought, "why don't I make individual cakes?" 

So I hopped on Pinterest and found out that microwaveable mug cakes are big thing...which I thought was kinda cool. 

I read several recipes, and they all just seemed blehhh to me. I decided that it would be easier to make my own recipe than it would be to find a recipe and try it, adjust it, and tweak it until I liked it. 

 Here is the product of my evening of microwaving mugs full of batter. 

1/4 cup flour (gluten free -  1/2 cup oat flour)

(to make the oat flour I just blended 1/2 cup of oats until it was fine enough)

1/4 cup sugar

2 tablespoons cocoa powder

1/2 teaspoon baking powder

pinch of salt

3 tablespoons sour cream ( dairy free - 3 tablespoons apple sauce)

1 tablespoon oil (coconut oil would give some nice flavor)

1 tablespoon coffee

1 egg

1/4 teaspoon extract of your choice (optional)

The beauty of these microweavable cakes is that there is no beating, creaming, or whipping. 

Just dump the ingredients into your mug and stir well with a fork. 

Once there are no clumps, microwave for 1 min 45 sec.

Remove from microwave, and enjoy.

Now if you are really craving something sweet, you may want to add some frosting, or chocolate syrup. I enjoyed a dollop of whipped cream on mine. 

While my brothers and I were testing these cakes out, one of them asked me if I was gonna add peanut butter to any of the cakes....so we did!

If you're feeling like adding some extra flavors, go ahead and just do it! 

Add about a tablespoon (more if you want lots of extra flavor) of peanut butter to your batter before you microwave it. If you want chunks, barely mix in the peanut butter. If you want it smooth, mix well.

We also added raspberry jam (by the tablespoon), marshmallows, and nuts. 

Whatever you're feeling, just add it. 

I made these in very large mugs! If you are going to make these in a normal size mug, just do half of the recipe.

I'll be nice, and do the math for you. 

2 tablespoons flour 

2 tablespoons sugar

1 tablespoon cocoa powder

1/4 teaspoon baking powder

1 1/2 tablespoons sour cream

1 teaspoon oil 

1 1/2 teaspoon coffee 

1 egg

1/8 teaspoon extract 

There ya go! 

I hope you enjoy this recipe! I would love to see pictures and hear what you think of these Mug Cakes for Picky Eaters.

Amber Wells 

Papua New Guinea 

 

Furlough is coming...

By the time you are reading this, I will be stateside for our furlough.  I’ve heard so many who say they don’t understand what a furlough is or why the missionary needs one.  So today’s post is more for those who are reading who are not missionaries.  It will be two-fold:  to give an explanation of what furlough is and to give insight into how to pray for the furloughing missionary.  

Every mission board is different.  There are some requirements that must be met every 4-6 years.  These generally require some time spent in the states.  Sometimes there are requirements from a sending church that must be met.  This is time that cannot be spent  traveling to supporting churches.  

We have almost 50 supporting churches.  Due to the attendance changes that are taking place in many churches, we are often asked to come for a Sunday morning or whole Sunday or a missions conference.  With almost 50 churches, it is almost impossible to get to all of our supporting churches in a calendar year.  Many missionaries take shorter furloughs.  Some churches understand the impossibility and allow us to wait until the next furlough to visit them.

During our last furlough, we put well over 20,000 miles on our vehicle and there were a few thousand more that were spent in the air.  That is a lot of travel!  It can be exhausting. 

“Brethren, pray for us.”

I Thessalonians 5:25

The furloughing missionary needs your prayer.  It is difficult to be away from their ministry for the duration of a furlough.  Pray for those who assume the leadership while they are away and for the nationals to remain faithful in the missionary’s absence.  

Pray for their walk with the Lord.  When you are not in a regular routine, it can be difficult to have those necessary extended times with the Lord. 

Pray for the missionary’s health and stamina during all the travel.  I could tell many stories, some of my own, of being deathly ill while a guest in someone’s home.  This is not fun for the host or the guest.  Pray for good rest.  It is often difficult to sleep when you are in a different bed several nights in a week.  

Pray for the family relationships of the missionary.  All that travel and very little time alone can take its toll.  It is a little different for my husband and I at this time as we are empty nesters.  I’m looking forward to the time alone in the car.  My husband will be a captive audience!  

Pray for the families with children.  The lack of a schedule and the lack of time to complete homeschooling can be very stressful for the parents and the child.  

In conclusion, although there are difficulties and stresses, missionaries are thankful for furlough.  Many call it ‘stateside ministry’ instead of furlough.  One of the biggest blessings is connecting with stateside supporters.  We have made many friends in supporting churches and look forward to the time of fellowship and reconnecting with them.  When someone in a supporting church asks questions that show that our prayer letters are read and we are prayed for, I can’t tell you what an encouragement that is to us.  When a young person or a young couple surrenders to the mission field during a chapel program or a conference that we are a part of, it makes all the travel and other difficulties worth it.  We are far from perfect.  How marvelous it is that God still chooses to us! 

*photo is taken of Mt. Fuji from the air

Italian Salad Dressing

Why is salad dressing so important? Why are there millions of different kids of salad dressing? ( I am not exaggerating! I am in the US right now, and just walked through the salad dressing aisle.... there are millions.) 

I've already shared with you a recipe for Homemade Ranch,
Ranch Mix

 but I'd like to share another salad dressing with you ladies. I've been enjoying Italian Salad dressing a lot lately! What I really enjoy about this recipe is that it is so easy to change up and do something different and new with it. I normally don't follow a recipe more than a couple of times before I start adding or subtracting ingredients. Here is a recipe that I found written on an old recipe card at my grandma's house. I made it once, enjoyed it, but decided it needed a little more of this....and little less of that...and adapted it to fit my taste. Try this recipe out, and if you think it can be adjusted, then adjust it! That is one of the most amazing things about home cooking vs restaurant or store bought food.  You can manipulate things to satisfy your specific taste. Sometimes I have three or four different variations of a recipe, and depending on what else I may be cooking, or how I am feeling, or what ingredients are in the pantry, I mix things up. So, here is a dry mix for Italian Salad Dressing (or Greek if you switch a few ingredients around). 

Italian Dry Dressing

2 tablespoons oregano

1 tablespoon garlic powder

1 tablespoon onion powder

1 tablespoon sugar 

1 tablespoon parsley

1 teaspoon cracked pepper

1 teaspoon basil

1/2 teaspoon thyme

2 tablespoon salt

2 tablespoons dry mix (or 3 tablespoons if you want more kick)

1/4 cup vinegar

2/3 cup olive oil or avocado oil (if you don"t have either one of those, vegetable oil will work) 

Mix well and serve over salad. 

Keep in mind that olive oil is very strong, so if you want a milder taste, use half or a quarter of the olive oil and substitute the rest for whatever oil you prefer. 

To make this more Greek take out the oregano, basil and parsley, and squeeze some fresh lemon juice into the dressing. 

To make this more Mexican (sounds weird, but tastes great!) substitute the oregano for ground oregano, basil for a tablespoon of cilantro, and take out the thyme completely. 

There you go! I hope you enjoy this recipe and its variations. If you have any other suggestions on how to make another variation, I would love to hear about it! 

Amber Wells 

Papua New Guinea 

What if...?

Fear is powerful. I struggle with it. There are so many things that can go wrong.

What if I make a mistake?
What if someone gets angry with me?
What if no one comes to church?
What if we don't have enough money?
What if my children struggle in school?
What if I have to bury another child?
What if they believe the lies about us?
What if...?

I could go on. You can add yours.

The kids in the Pacific Northwest, 2015

The Bible is full of heroes who struggled with fear. Abraham, Jacob, Moses, Joshua, Gideon, Samuel, David, and others. What good company to be in!

Lately, we have been experiencing a trial. It's one of the long-term types. I told the Lord that I really needed Him to hurry up and fix it because I was afraid. In case He wasn't already aware, I gave Him my "what if?" list. Well, I didn't just give it to Him, I chanted it, repeated it, prayed it, wrote it down for Him, and woke up at night in colds sweats bout it. What if? What if? What if?

He said:

Wait on the Lord: be of good courage, and he shall strengthen thine heart: wait, I say,on the Lord. Psalm 27:14

Waiting is hard, really hard, but I submitted to wait like He said instead of asking Him to hurry things along. That next step, though, for me was a doozy. It's one thing to wait patiently. It's a whole other thing to wait when you are afraid. Life becomes a blur of stumbling through daily tasks. The smallest things seem impossible to accomplish. Emotions are either numbed or super intense. That is no way to live, I can tell you that.

The problem isn't that I wanted to be afraid while I was waiting. He said to be of a good courage. How could I conquer this fear that gripped me? I begged Him to show me.

He said:

Thou shat not be afraid of them: but shalt well remember what the LORD thy God did unto Pharoah, and unto all Egypt; Deuteronomy 7:18

Oh. Instead of being afraid, remember the Exodus miracles? It seemed simple enough. Pharaoh and his army with chariots and war horses breathing hard from chasing the Israelites were stopped by the pillar of cloud/fire. Moses lifted his staff. God sent a giant wind and split the sea in two. The multitude walked across on dry ground. The pillar lifted allowing Pharoah and his army to chase after them. God let the walls of water come crashing down at just the right time. The people were safe.

Manna in the wilderness. Joshua at the battle of Jericho. David and Goliath. Elijah versus the prophets of Baal.

Gradually the fear started leaving. In fact, the more I remembered the miracles recorded in the Bible, the braver and stronger I felt. Is that the "good courage" maybe? The fear was shaken. I was free!

But what if I was afraid again tomorrow?

He said:

Take therefore no thought for the morrow: for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof. Matthew 6:34 

Just do the same thing the next day, and the next day, and the next day. Keep remembering the amazing miracles of God.  They are not just stories to entertain little kids.  They are the true accounts of the acts of our Mighty God.  Believe them. Remember them.

He said:

...I am filled with comfort, I am exceeding joyful in all our tribulation. 1 Corinthians 7:4b

God did something in my heart as I pondered His mighty works.  He turned my fear into comfort and exceeding joy. Now, my waiting is filled with anticipation and - dare I say it? - excitement about how He is going to work out this trial.  What an amazing story this is going to be!

Patrick and Vicki Weimer in Iceland since 1999

Her Story Silhouettes {#22 Ida Scudder / Knock, Knock}

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Silhouette:     

Ida Scudder was born on December 9, 1870, to American missionaries serving in India. Her grandfather was Dr. John Scudder Sr., the first American medical missionary, and her father, Dr. John Scudder Jr., was one of seven sons who followed their father into missions. In total 42 members of the Scudder family became missionaries, many of whom served in India. Ida had spent her childhood in India and was all too familiar with the poverty and despair that permeated the country. She was happy when they returned to America for a furlough when she was just a young teenager, and even more happy that she wasn’t required to return to India with her father when their furlough was finished. Two years later though, she was devastated when her mother returned to serve alongside her father leaving her behind to stay with family. It was a very traumatic time in her life and just added to her disdain for that “horrible country with its heat, dust, noise, and smells.”

After completing high school, Ida attended D.L. Moody’s seminary for young ladies in Northfield, Massachusetts. In 1890, shortly after graduating, Ida received word that her mother had become gravely ill, and she was needed to come to India to help care for her. She was happy to see her family, but made it known in no uncertain terms that she had no intention of following in the family’s “business” and when her mother was well, she would be returning to America to pursue her own dreams which included wanting to find a nice rich man to marry and settle down with because she wanted more out of life than to toil away as a missionary. She ended up staying longer than she expected and found herself in charge of a school of 68 girls. Through a series of events one evening, and after much prayer, she decided the Lord would have her go back to America to study medicine for the purpose of returning to India to help her father, particularly with the women and children.

In 1899 Ida was one of the first women graduates of the Cornwell Medical College. In 1900 she returned to Vellore, India as a well-trained doctor and opened a one-bed clinic and dispensary in an 8x12 room of her father’s bungalow and used the veranda for a waiting room. Her work started slow, and just a few months after she arrived back in India her father passed away. She was on her own, but she knew she was not alone. The Lord was her constant companion and guide, and she was ready to serve the women and children of India. The people were leery of her abilities, and when her first patient came to her with a case she could do nothing about, the patient’s death further fueled the people’s doubts. After Ida was able to successfully treat a lady with conjunctivitis, word spread, and she soon had many cases. It wasn’t long before she was seeing 100 or 200 cases a day. All patients were not only given medical help, but also received the Gospel. Bible studies and classes were held daily for patients to attend. In 1902 she opened Schell Hospital, which was built using funds she had raised in America and had 40 beds. Her compassion for the people and their desperate need saw her 16-hours-a-day work load continue to increase. In 1903 she began training women as compounders. In 1906 she began her famous “roadside” dispensary ministry which took medical supplies to surrounding villages outside of Vellore where the life expectancy was only 25. Throughout the years this ministry to the rural villages expanded to treating thousands of people each week. Within just a few years the number of patients she was seeing yearly rose to 40,000.

Ida realized that even if a dozen more doctors came from America, it wouldn’t be enough to handle the need. She knew that Indian women needed to be cared for by Indian women. This thought was the driving force for Ida to begin training nurses, and so in 1909 she started the School of Nursing. This was almost unheard of in Asia, but she began small with 17 girls that she taught herself. Ida set her sights high and thought if she could train nurses, she could train doctors, and so in 1918 her heart’s desire came to reality when she started the Christian Medical College (CMC) for the purpose of training women doctors. Skeptical men said she’d be lucky to get three applicants, but her first year she had 151 women apply. The time came when Ida had 14 girls ready to sit the medical exams. Officials said the girls would never be able to compete with the men, but when the exam results were read, 80% of the men had failed and all 14 of Ida’s girls had passed. Her medical college became one of Asia’s foremost teaching hospitals and has graduated thousands of skilled, dedicated doctors (men were not admitted until 1947). From her humble start of working a dispensary out of her father’s bungalow, she saw her life’s work grow to include one of the largest medical centers in all of Asia that had a 1,700-bed medical center with departments that included radiation-oncology, thoracic surgery, nephrology, leprosy surgery and rehabilitation, microbiology, mental health, ophthalmology, and many other fields.

Ida was world-renowned and doctors from all over the sub-continent would send her their hardest cases. Ida retired at the age of 75 and turned her work over to one of her most distinguished students, Dr. Hilda Lazarus. She continued to be active for another decade teaching her weekly Bible classes, advising doctors on difficult cases, and entertaining family, friends, and dignitaries which included visits from presidents, government officials, and even Ghandi. Many awards were conferred on her, and she was so famous, a letter sent from overseas once reached her in a country of 300,000,000 people simply addressed to “Dr. Ida, India.”  

Ida’s medical college is still going strong and today offers 175 different post graduate courses in medical, nursing, and other health disciplines. There are over 2,600 students enrolled every year, and on average sees 8,000 outpatients and 2,000 inpatients daily. Each day many Bible classes are held, and hundreds of patients are visited by a chaplain. The rural clinics provide health care and spiritual care to further tens of thousands daily. Today the CMC employs over 8,800 people including 1,528 doctors and 2,400 nurses. They continue to follow the Lord’s leading with the attitude in which Ida first started the work, “. . . we thank God for the way He has led us in the past and look forward to an even greater future.” Ida died on May 23, 1960 at her home in India at the age of 89. She is truly a woman of whom it could be said, “She hath done what she could”!

Her Story/My Story:  

Anyone who has heard of Ida Scudder or the vast number of things she dared to accomplish and miraculously did knows her story about the famous “three knocks in the night” which is where it all began. She was back in India for a short period of time to nurse her ailing mother, all the while dreaming of when she could return to America and pursue her own dreams. One evening late at night while Ida was in her room reading, she heard a knock at the door. It was a high caste Brahmin who had come to the doctor’s home to ask Ida to attend to his child-wife who was in labor and having trouble. The Indian midwives had done all they could, and the young girl was near death. Ida told the man she knew nothing of midwifery but that her father would be home soon, and she would send him. The Brahmin said, “She had better die than have a man come into the house.” Ida felt sorry for the girl knowing the customs of the land that no woman could be attended to by a male doctor, but she didn’t know what she could do about it. She returned to reading her book. Her father returned home and once again she could hear someone knocking on their front door. Thinking the Brahmin might have changed his mind, she opened the door to find a Muslim man standing there. He was asking for her to come and help his young wife who was also struggling during childbirth. Try as they might Ida and her father couldn’t get him to change his mind about letting Ida’s father tend to the young girl. The man begged Ida to come, but she was not equipped at all to help. She closed the door on him and returned to her room, but her mind was too consumed with the plight of the two young girls to take up her reading again. Before the night was done a third knock came, this time from a high caste Hindu. He also had a young wife dying in labor and wanted to know if Ida would come. She gave him the same response she had the other two. Ida couldn’t sleep and spent the night in anguish and prayer. “It was too terrible . . . here were three young girls dying because there was no woman to help them.” She didn’t want to spend her life in India. Her friends were begging her to return, and the idea of living life in America was calling to her. She was awakened in the early morning hours by the “tom-tom” drum beating in the village and it struck terror in her heart. She knew it was the death message ringing out to inform everyone that someone had died. She quickly sent one of the servants to find out who it was and when the servant returned, she was told that all three girls had died in labor. She returned to her room in such despair and prayed and thought very seriously about the plight of Indian women who had no one who could see to their medical needs. When she emerged from her room she went to her parents and told them that she would be returning to America to study medicine and that she would return to help the women of India. The girl who never wanted to be one of those “missionary Scudders” wholly gave her life to the Lord when He came “knocking” on her heart’s door.

The Lord has come to “knock” on my heart’s door several times in my life to give me life-changing “orders.” I had the opportunity to travel to Mexico and the Dominican Republic on short missions trips as a teenager, I learned Spanish in high school, and in Bible college I worked on a Spanish bus route. I thought if the Lord was going to call me to be a missionary anywhere, it would most likely be to a Spanish-speaking country. During my sophomore year we had a missions emphasis week and there was a mission board there who was looking for students who wanted to do short-term missions trips the following summer. I was so excited to sign up on that first day, but much to my disappointment, all the slots had already been filled for Spanish-speaking countries and they were just looking for students willing to go to Africa. I just turned and walked away after I informed the gentleman that “this girl doesn’t do snakes.” He replied with, “Aren’t you even willing to pray about it?” I stopped in my tracks and decided I guess I should since I was in Bible college. As I prayed that day, I felt a “knock, knock, knock” on the door of my heart. After much prayer and counsel, I opened the door, and long story short, I went to Kenya that summer and fell in love with the country and the people. A year or so after college a missionary couple in Nigeria asked if I would be willing to join them in their work. Again, I felt that “knock, knock, knock” on my heart. This time I was eager to fling the door right open but sought counsel and prayer again to make sure it was the Lord’s will. About a month later, I began raising support to go to Nigeria as a full-time missionary, and I arrived in Nigeria in June of 1995. I loved it! The Lord knit my heart with the hearts of the people. I embraced every bit of the culture that I could and often wore traditional Nigerian clothing with head wraps, learned to eat cassava and curry with my hands, and learned to carry heavy things on my head. I was given the Nigerian name “Ilelabola” (“The beauty that has been brought into the house of God”), and I just knew I would spend my life there. Two short years later the Lord came knocking again and much to my dismay He was asking me to leave Nigeria and go to New Zealand. I balked at first saying New Zealand wasn’t a mission field, but the Lord taught me that wherever there were people there was a need for missions work. Ten years later I heard that “knock, knock, knock” again and the Lord was asking me to go to Thailand, a place I had never considered that I’d ever end up. What a ride it all has been, and I thank the Lord that He came “knocking” on my heart’s door. I don’t live life wondering when that next “knock” will come, nor do I know the next “where” I will be asked to go, but I do pray that when and if He comes “knocking” again, I will be willing to fling the door open and say “I’m ready, lets’ do this thing!”Margaret faced the same difficulties as many other missionary women face, especially in primitive circumstances . . . the difficulty of trying to set up a home that is as comfortable as possible for your family with whatever limited resources are available to you . . . the difficulty of raising a family in a godless society that doesn’t hold to the same moral code, and in her case, thirsted for blood . . . the difficulty of trying to learn a hard language in order to be able to communicate the love of God to those you are living amongst instead of just saying a passing, “Hi, how are you?”. . . the difficulty of living a life that no one else can understand. Life on the island of Aniwa was difficult. But even in difficult times that caused her to sigh, Margaret persevered and drew strength from the fact that she knew Jesus’ watchful eye was ever on her. She once wrote home in a letter, “If you came to be missionaries, you would find it uphill work indeed, to be sacrificing your whole life merely for the sake of those who could not understand your motives, and who know not what it cost you to give up home and friends. But Jesus regards every sigh, and whatever is done for Him will meet with a sweet reward even in this life; for He who has promised can never disappoint.”

I’ll let you in on a truth. Even the best, most dedicated missionaries sigh . . . sometimes a lot. They sigh at their own failings. They sigh at the slow rate the nationals seem to grow spiritually. They sigh when there are disagreements or miscommunications with fellow missionaries. They sigh when the electricity turns off for the umpteenth time in a day or when brown water comes out of the faucet or no water comes out. They sigh when their kids pine away for friends they’ve left behind. They sigh when the government changes the visa laws yet again, causing them to pack their family up quickly and do a “border run”. They sigh when they can’t find that one final ingredient they need to make a simple dish for their family. They sigh whether warranted or not when they feel quite all alone.  

Let’s face it. We all sigh for many different reasons. I have sighed many a time. I even sighed while trying to write this silhouette frustrated with myself trying to write it in such a way that gives a truthful account of Margaret’s life and encourages the reader in their spiritual walk and service to the Lord. I don’t know about you, but I often sigh when I’m at that point where I’m tired or frustrated or irritated with someone or something. For me a sigh usually signals that I’m about done with the matter and have not the wisdom nor the patience to deal with it any more.  Then comes the frustration I feel for sighing in the first place, feeling like I’m not “strong” enough or capable enough to get the job done or cope with the situation. I mean, surely anyone serving the Lord . . .  in the center of His will . . . in the power of the Holy Spirit, should have no cause to give in to sighing in any situation, right? I’m encouraged to know that sighing is not a sin because we know Jesus never sinned and yet He sighed.

Bible Study:  Knock, Knock

The peephole in a door is a great invention. It allows you to see who is knocking on the other side of the door and helps you to decide whether or not to open it. It allows you to know if this “knocker” is something or someone you need to give your attention to or if you should run out the back door or at the very least pretend you’re not home. Our heart’s door gets knocked on by lots of things we see in society, things we watch on TV, or things we listen to and read. Sometimes we can be pulled in many directions. Anyone who has sat and watched a missionary update video knows what it feels like to have your heart strings pulled by what you see and wonder if the Lord might be calling you to the mission field. Sometimes circumstances like losing a job or a once-in-a lifetime job opportunity comes along, and we might struggle to determine if it is the Lord or just opportunity knocking at our door. Discerning who the “knocker” is can be difficult at times. This is the case in many circumstances in life - who to marry, what career path to pursue, how to spend your money, where to invest your time, etc. How do we discern between direction and leading from the Holy Spirit as opposed to just happenstance circumstances? Don’t you wish there was a peephole on your heart’s door, so that you could know for sure it was Jesus knocking and you could fling the door open wide and say, “I’m ready, let’s do this thing.” Here are four very basic ways to confirm it is in fact the Lord knocking on your heart’s door.

1. Pray for Peace. Ask God to confirm in your heart whether it is He who in fact is “knocking” on the door of your heart.  He will not leave you in limbo. He will give you a settled, determined, peace.

Matthew 7:7-8 “Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you: For every one that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened.”

Jeremiah 29:12,13 “Then shall ye call upon me, and ye shall go and pray unto me, and I will hearken unto you. And ye shall seek me, and find [me], when ye shall search for me with all your heart.”

Psalms 32:8 – “I will instruct thee and teach thee in the way which thou shalt go: I will guide thee with mine eye.”

2. Search the Scriptures. Check to see if what you are considering lines up with the Scriptures. God will never ask you to do something contrary to His Word. Ask God to show you verses that will confirm His will.

Isaiah 30:21 – “And thine ears shall hear a word behind thee, saying, This is the way, walk ye in it, . . .”

Jeremiah 42:2-3 “And said unto Jeremiah the prophet, Let, we beseech thee, our supplication be accepted before thee, and pray for us unto the Lord thy God, even for all this remnant; (for we are left but a few of many, as thine eyes do behold us:) That the Lord thy God may shew us the way wherein we may walk, and the thing that we may do.”

3. Speak with your counselors. Often you will find that the Lord has been working or speaking to their heart about the same thing, and He uses them to help confirm His will.

Proverbs 20:20 “Hear counsel, and receive instruction, that thou mayest be wise in thy latter end.”

Proverbs 11:14 – “Where no counsel is, the people fall: but in the multitude of counsellors there is safety.”

4. Look to your past. When you look back in your past, you can often see things God has put in your life that have prepared you for the work He is now calling you to. He has been equipping you for His current plan and you didn’t even realize it. This is why it is so important to stay yielded to the Lord in good and bad times and to always strive to learn what you can from every situation you find yourself in.

Proverbs 16:9 – “A man's heart deviseth his way: but the LORD directeth his steps.”

Proverbs 3:5,6 – “Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.”

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*Disclaimer:

I have chosen to highlight the life of these ladies because of what they have accomplished for the Lord not because I agree with their doctrinal beliefs.  As with all study of man, our focus should be on the character traits they bestowed in their lives that allowed the Lord to use them, how the Lord used them, the methods of ministry they incorporated that allowed them to be effective, etc.  We do not study man to get our doctrine.  Our doctrinal beliefs should only come from the Bible.  To that end you may find you don’t agree with the doctrine of a particular person that I write about, but I believe there is still much wisdom we can gain from studying their lives.

Redeeming the Moments

"See then that you walk circumspectly, not as fools, but as wise, redeeming the time, because the days are evil." Ephesians 5:15-16

I have struggled, REALLY struggled, to put our family on a schedule. Before meeting my wonderful husband, I was a highly stressed A-type personality: I had all my ducks in a row, a place and plan for everything, and everything in its place. Then, quite literally, I fell in love, moved across the country, lived out of a car, eventually landing in a foreign country. Don't get me wrong: I'm not bitter in the least. By the contrary, I have loved it. However, my scheduled life seems to have fallen through the water grate in the street, never to return. We have a rough routine, mostly due to the fact that our oldest is going to language school (preschool!), but a schedule, not at all.

So, what to do? I work hard to use moments of my day to grow in Christ, and have written about this before. But it is so easy to let the day go by without really thinking about it. The boys keep me busy, language study keeps me in the books, household duties can be done robotically. In the same way that I have to be intentional about growing in Christ moment by moment, so I have to be with other relationships. The days are evil. Christ will soon return. I MUST redeem the time.

One of the hardest things about living away from home, wherever that is, is the lack of support groups to help with dates, counseling, and well, support. So, we work with what we have, using moments to build on our relationship with each other.
So we can't go on a date. We CAN:

• If we get up at different times (which is often) we make sure to catch the other spouse to say "Good morning."
• Sit next to each other on the couch. We tell the kids, "Momma and daddy are sitting together right now, you'll have to sit somewhere else."
• Take a "nap time" when the kids do and just enjoy extra snuggles. I'm often too tired in the evening, so this works better.
• Snatch that moment when we bump into each other for a quick kiss or hug or "I love you."
• When he opens the car door for me, we take a moment to kiss and whisper. -The kids are already buckled in and aren't going anywhere.
• Text/call/message each other. Even if we're both in the house all day, it brings a smile to get a message from the one we love.
• Let the kids play a few extra minutes outside or at our landlady's house (adopted grandma) while we sit to eat a quick lunch or dinner without them.

My oldest is at school most of the day, so I feel it is more difficult to invest in him. Here's how I'm learning to take advantage of the time we DO have:

• Ask him about his school day. Discuss his choices and how he can do better, if needed, or how proud I am of him.
• Have an activity to do with him at home, whether a puzzle, game, or playing with his toys together.
• Listen to what he's saying/learning about life.
• Read a "new" book.

I am constantly busy with the littles at home, but am I investing? I'm learning to live in the moment, for the future by doing this:

• Take an extra moment to play with them -I'm getting better at building train tracks!
• Hold them on my lap, when possible, while I study or work around the house.
• Involve them in household chores.
• Talk about what the Bible stories and songs mean, and not just read/sing them.

Above all, I'm learning to enjoy the moments. To think about the moments. To think how I can live this moment for the cause of eternity.