Thursday, August 4, 2016

Every Day Miracles, a couple of ours

Look at the birds. They don't plant or harvest or store food in barns, for your heavenly Father feeds them. And aren't you far more valuable to Him than they are? 
Matthew 6:26

I think it's time to tell some stories about this last year.
Today I was inspired to do so a couple of times due to a book I was reading called, Athonite Fathers and Athonite Matters...don't let the book title fool you. It's quite fun to read. It's written by Elder (now Saint) Paisios who only just died in 1994. He died about 2 months after I graduated high school, a very short 22 years ago. I have read a couple of books that had mentioned him lately, and he sounds like the most precious, loving human who ever lived. I saw this book was written by him and it immediately sucked me in by his self deprecating and lovely personality.

The first thing that convinced me was the very first paragraph where he bemoaned the fact that he didn't take the time to write down more of the miracles that happened on the Holy Mountain while he lived there. He had to write the book on memory alone and he wished that he had taken more notes. But as he mentioned, these miracles happened so often that one hardly wrote them down because they would have to write a lot. How similar is this to being a parent?! Our children do miraculous things on a daily basis! They sit up, they roll over, they crawl, they walk, they climb up, they say two words in a row, they sing the alphabet, the list goes on forever!!! I know I'm often feeling guilty for not writing down enough of the fantastic things that are mile-stones in my seven precious children's lives.

I then read about the very simple minded monk who thought that the Ascension was a saint. He would pray to, "Saint Ascension". He received a sick monk one day at his monastery and didn't have any nutritious food to feed the sick man. He went to the cellar that contained such limited food supply and stuck his hand out the window that was on cliffs high above the Mediterranean Sea. He prayed, "Saint Ascension, please give me some food so that I might feed this man." And into his hand jumped a fish. He gave glory to God and made the sick monk a fish.
Rewind to last week. One of our kids threw up in our room last Wednesday, then on Friday night I caught the bug but managed to avoid the throw-up part (thank God!) On Sunday night the real fun began when the baby got sick and the roller coaster has not stopped yet. The 24 hour stomach bug is much more serious and lasts longer when hitting a family of nine.
Tonight, at dinner time, a family from the church drove into our driveway. Fortunately I had gotten dressed by this point, that is a small miracle in and of itself. I answered the door and they happily handed me a bag of pre-made food. They had some leftovers from the soup kitchen they had served tonight. A gallon of lentil soup and a box of sandwiches. Wow. I felt like Saint Ascension had just placed a fish in my hand. God certainly uses what ever means to take good care of us...and in spite of my lack of faith, God handed us dinner tonight. This sort of thing could be called coincidental, but is it really? I needed a break, and this was just what I needed.
The last year is literally a blur. I know that it was very hard and so hard in fact, that I literally had to give over any semblance of control over my life into the hands of God. This has really changed me and now that the hard year is over and we have had some really nice few months of breathing room, I'm extremely thankful for it all. There are a few miracles to note. I'll try to write one or two of them down now.
After we got here we had only our nine seat Yukon. It was a nice car that we had bought only the year before. We had to sell both our beater car and our beater truck in Alaska, they weren't worth bringing to Washington. But now we only had one car and very often my husband has to be to church an hour or two before I do if we go up to the Monastery for church. We were trying to figure out how to afford a second car. We realized that we may have to sell the Yukon to afford a second car or hope that God could drop a good beater car into our lap. The bummer is is that the Monastery is much further away than our church in Alaska was and it's up a major highway 15 minutes, and it's up in the mountains another thousand feet up and in the winter here the roads are more sketchy than in Alaska, so the reality is that we needed a second reliable and hopefully four-wheel-drive car. We had no idea how we were going to afford it.
About two nights later our Yukon was stolen out of our driveway because brilliant me left the keys in the ignition and left the doors unlocked. They took it out, rallied it very hard, it had branches stuck in it. Basically they beat it all to hell. Then they returned it to our driveway and went and stole two other cars that same night. It was exactly one year ago tonight. My husband woke me up on August 4th (our daughter's birthday) and asked me if I had gotten into a wreck the day before and had forgotten to tell me. I tried to recall and strangely had a dream about being in the back of our car while going over a huge jump and the boys driving it were having a grand time...but I realized that that had been a dream and I just couldn't remember crashing the car the day before. Boy, that was a headache, but at that point so much other stuff had happened that this was like no big deal. It was a big deal but it was comical at that point at how much "temptation" had been thrown at us by this point. I don't really know another way to phrase it other than as temptation, but I could also call it part of our struggle of moving here.
We had just paid off the Yukon with the money from selling the house. My husband was convinced that he had just taken the insurance off of it and that we only had liability. Even if we had full coverage State Farm would surely not cover this theft when we left the keys in the car. I told him I'd call them anyway just to check. We had insurance, full coverage with a $500 deductible. And apparently they still cover it if the crazy wife leaves the keys in the car. I didn't hide that.

State Farm offered us a settlement of about $13,000, this was a much lower number than I thought it should be. (I figured I'd just share the car prices since it makes it easier to follow). I decided to do the work of taking all of their cars that they compared ours to, a list of about 30 and go through the list with a fine-toothed comb to be sure that the comps were valid and in-line with what is reasonable to comp us with. I found many errors on their part. With the VIN they provided me I could actually look up the comp vehicle that was for sale to see if they were correct with their pricing and list of amenities our car had versus the others. Remember, this was a NICE Yukon with decent miles...not the middle-of-the road one. It had taken me about 3 weeks of research before we decided on this Yukon the previous year. It had even just had a new transmission installed in it at 80K miles.

I read some articles written by insurance adjusters saying that they want to please the insured, but it is their job to offer a too-low of a bid to see if they can get off easy. They encourage the insured to do their own research, so I researched my tail off. I followed one of the fellow's advice and came up with one perfect comp and asked for that exact number. I finally got a different person on the phone after playing phone-tag with them for about 10 days. She had been doing this a while and was happy with my number. I asked for $17,376 (the number was more than what I had paid in Anchorage, but the reality was is that is what I *needed* in order to replace it with a comparable car). This even included the extra 8% tax that I asked for because you must pay sales tax on cars in Washington and the insurance is supposed to pay that. They also added in extra to cover the new license and registration fee of a new car. In the end we got about two thousand dollars more than what we had paid for it a year before that. I was stunned.

With all of the research I was doing on replacing the car and how expensive and virtually impossible it really would be to find one exactly like ours, I was very pleased to hear that the fellow that owned the body shop right in town was selling his Suburban. Also black. And he wanted $3000 and was happy to change out all of the seats in order to make it fit nine people. He liked his Suburban just fine but wanted a newer one for his family. I wasn't sure weather to trust him or to be leery of the car since it was older and had a lot more mileage...but it just felt like such a good match. The mechanic that I had become acquainted with worked on this Suburban and knew the owner. He assured me that it was a fine car and we shouldn't be afraid to buy it. In general it wasn't as nice, but for $3000 and it being generally the same vehicle? It was hard to ignore the fact that God was handing us our solution. This left us with $14,000 to find a good daily driver and leave the Suburban at home for the most part...just take it out for family outings like church, but there was no reason I couldn't normally drive the newer, smaller car to run errands while the kids stayed home.

So, to complete this story, I agreed to my husbands long-standing wish of buying a new Subaru. I was usually the scrooge of the family especially with cars. With this sort of down payment it was hard to say no. I don't mind researching cars or haggling over them, so I found a good deal on a 2015 Forrester in the color we both liked that was on sale to get ready for the new 2016 models. I asked them to lower the price and they bumped it down another thousand dollars In all honesty, I could not find a used Subaru for a better deal, less money, sure, but the miles get wracked up on them so fast that it didn't end up being worth it. We now have an affordable car payment and it will be paid off in 4 years (well more like 3 years now). We have had zero buyers remorse on either vehicle and it's exactly what our family needed exactly when we needed it. It was a bit hairy of a way to get there, but hey, Glory to God!
Another big miracle was when our rental house caught on fire. I'll have to share that another time as it's late.

Our Yukon the day we found it totaled.

Officer taking prints.

Our newer Suburban. Can you tell the difference? He even put my nice tires on it.

Friday, March 11, 2016

Our thoughts and feelings are not us!

I think there are re-occurring themes in our life. I believe there is a reason. You hear it once, it goes in one ear and out the other. You hear it again and think, "that's strange, I just heard something similar..." You hear it a third time and you take notice..."I see a pattern here." We probably don't consciously see that God is poking at us, but He probably is.

One thing that I have heard lately is, "Our thoughts are not us." Yes, it is true that Elder Thaddeus wrote a book called, "Out thoughts determine our lives." That is also true...but what thoughts? That's where the real tricky work begins, separating out those pesky thoughts...the bad ones and the good ones. What we give over to, the thoughts that we choose...those are what determine our lives.

A larger theme that was in this post has been re-occurring in the last four years of my life. "God loves me." This one is huge. If you don't get it, you just don't get it... I'm just at the beginning stages of getting it. This concept is crazy with how different this makes E.V.R.Y. L.I.T.T.L.E. T.H.I.N.G. in your life sooooo different/better/amazing/simple/awesome.

We recently were given the name Ss. Joachim and Anna for our new little mission parish here in Goldendale, WA. Our mission is right on Main Street in a store front building in Goldendale. Just 10 minutes up the mountain on highway 97, almost to the top of Satus Pass, lies the most wonderful Greek Orthodox women's monastery, St. John the Forerunner. They just celebrated their 20th year! I could talk for days about the nuns and the monastery and how integral it has been in our lives, so God putting us here at the mission next door is God loves us!

I have loved Saint Anna since I was a kid. After all, she shares my name. Often, I would wish that I was closer to her...knowing that she must have been a wonderful and wise mother. I could learn a lot from her, if only I prayed to her more, then I could get to know her better.

I thought (somewhat selfishly) it would be quite fitting to have wonderful married saints as a supportive parish right next door to the monastery church. Both monastic and married are so important in the life of the church and I was cheering on these saints to be our patrons. It also, just literally dawned on me, that Saint Anna was St. Elizabeth's aunt...Elizabeth the mother of St. John the Baptist. Ss. Joachim and Anna were Saint John's aunt and uncle!

My husband called me up one afternoon in January, with the good news, while my 15-year-old son was driving us into town. I started weeping with joy, my poor son didn't know what was the matter. Metropolitan JOSEPH had written us a letter telling us that Ss. Joachim and Anna were going to be our saints and that they have always been dear to his heart. What a wonderful gift! God is so good and loves us so much!

In doing research about their life tonight, I stumbled upon a blog called, "Holy Nativity Orthodox Church" and an old post from 2010 called "The Poor" where the priest talks about Ss. Joachim and Anna's charitable donations, giving a third of their money to the local temple, keeping one third to live on and giving one third to the poor.

Liking how the author wrote and the words he said rung true, I followed the blog to it's new home on Ancient Faith Radio's blogs called, "Praying in the Rain." The priest is Fr. Michael Gillis from Langley, BC. I know I have heard his name before, but I'm not sure where from. Now that we're in the Pacific Northwest, there are a lot of new priests to meet! We're not so secluded as we were in Alaska, and now I hear names in passing but they don't stick...probably not 'till I hear them a third time...

One of the newer posts he wrote caught my eye, "The Almost blind leading the blind." That has been another theme recently (the blind leading the blind) I clicked on it. One of the other themes popped up in the post. "Our thoughts and feelings are not us." Where he explains to a new Orthodox person who is just now discovering for the first time, that those thoughts that pop into our heads do NOT belong to us and we have a choice on weather to listen to them or not. We can talk to those thoughts, let them control us, or we can slam the door in their face. We can smack them away like a mosquito.

She asked him four questions. He answered "I don't know." to two of them and focused on the first and fourth. (Don't you appreciate people who can just say,"I don't know", when they don't know?! I love that kind of honesty.) The fourth issue she had is not currently a theme of mine, so I won't even mention it but he will mention it briefly, since they are related. She wrote this about her thoughts: “I find myself stopping before I move on to a secondary emotional state….  I am able to pause after the impulse reaction before engaging with the secondary emotions/thoughts that usually perpetuate frustration/anger/etc. or provide distraction from what is truly being revealed.” 

He responds with these following paragraphs... (the bold part in the second paragraph is crazy, yes, yes, yes!!!)

"Beginning with question #1, noticing thoughts and feelings before they get into that secondary state is very important.  When you do this, you realize that you are not your thoughts and feelings.  You have those thoughts and feelings, but you decide what to do with them—if you can notice them before they take on a life of their own.  As you continue the practice of noticing thoughts and feelings, and then controlling yourself and/or channeling the thoughts and feelings in a healthy way, then the Holy Spirit will teach you deeper things.  The Holy Spirit will teach you about your own darkness (which is connected to your question #4) and you will learn to accept Light in those dark areas.  What I mean is that you will learn to hold both your brokenness and God’s love for you in your heart at the same time.  This will not be easy; or rather, this will be painful, it really doesn’t have anything to do with easy or not easy."

"It will be painful because we all wish we could offer God a better offering than who we really are, but part of our salvation is realizing that we have only our broken selves to offer God—only the two widow’s mites, only the precious myrrh earned by prostitution of some sort, only the brokenness of a prodigal who has wasted all of her Father’s gifts.  As we know this more deeply, two things happen.
First, the amazing extent of God’s love becomes more real to us.  When I see myself as a basically good person who merely makes mistakes, then it doesn’t take a very big God to love me.  But when I begin to see the depths of my darkness, then God grows exponentially in my eyes.  It takes a very great God to love such a broken person as me.  A corollary of this realization is that if God loves this much someone as broken as me, then God must be able to love everyone, no matter how broken they are, just as much as God loves me.  Seeing and accepting both your own brokenness and God’s love for you also helps you understand and not judge the brokenness of others: especially the brokenness of those in the Church or of the sins and mistakes Church itself both today and throughout history."

"The Fathers talk about three stages or aspects of our salvation: (1) purification, (2) illumination and (3) theosis.  Purification has at least partly to do with your question #1.  As we purify our nous by prayerfully attending to our thoughts, we put ourselves in a position in which illumination is more conducive (we are better able to notice the light of illumination because we are cleaning up the inner noise and garbage running rampant in our thoughts and feelings).  And this then leads to theosis, actual transformation, becoming more like Christ.  However, transformation, or theosis, is not something we can see in ourselves (as a student doesn’t realize her growing knowledge, but only how much more there is to learn than she ever imagined before—but it is her very growth in knowledge that enables her to realize how much she doesn’t know).  So for most people, especially those living in the world, our experience of theosis is mostly in area #1, purification of the nous by attending to and managing thoughts and feelings through prayerful attention (often by practicing the Jesus Prayer).  Then, as we do this, we have moments of awareness, #2 illumination.  But what is illumined is what had been in the dark, often something we didn’t want to see, often something ugly about ourselves.  Here is where the verse comes in, “Agree with your adversary quickly while you are on the way with him.”  Our “adversary” here is the Holy Spirit illuminating something we don’t want to see in ourselves.  But rather than trying to justify ourselves, we agree (which is, by the way, what ‘to confess’ means)."

"However, we can only agree if we are secure in God’s love.  Remember the verse, “with the same measure you use, it will be measured to you”?  When we judge others harshly, it becomes difficult for us to accept God’s love for us as we are illumined by the Holy Spirit to see how broken and dark we really are.  In these cases, we either fall into depression or arrogant delusion.  But if we are generous in our judgement of others, it is easier for us to accept God’s love for us when we experience moments of illumination.  That is, we end up judging ourselves as harshly or as mercifully as we judge others."

"The resulting fruit of this process is transformation, or (3) theosis, which we can never see in ourselves.  As I said, what we mostly see is the “spiritual warfare” of the battle to be aware of and control our own thoughts."

Wow. Ok, so some of this went over my head, I'm clearly not at the the third paragraph...but that's ok. The parts in bold were the ones that got me...they seem to be re-occurring themes in our house lately, or at least in my mind. I will never be a big reader, so thank God for priests (and smart Deacon husbands) like this who read and take the time to teach via blogs and home discussions with me and the kids. Because, every now and again, God finds a way to poke me with what I need to hear that day.

Most Holy Saints Joachim and Anna, pray to God for us! (Already I'm praying to her more! Glory to God!)

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

The real reason everyone loves Fixer Upper

Fixer Upper...have you noticed? The next Martha Steward has arrived. Everyone is talking about this show... their stuff is all over pinterest, even phone conversations including men! Why? What is it that makes this show so great?

I love the cased openings and french doors, I mean, let's get real. Joanna Gaines has great taste. But why am I only in the middle of the 2nd season and re-watching the first season on Netflix? (Thank goodness for Amazon and Netflix 'cause like the Gaines, we don't have TV either!) It's because I'm waiting for my husband to come home from his trip to finish watching the 2nd season with me. Why does my husband like it so much? This is the first-ever HGTV show he has ever actually wanted to watch.

I realized last night while I was watching the episode in the first season, episode 4, when they are making a home for the single mother. There was a lot of extra sweetness in this episode, more than usual. And something that Chip said struck me, I can't recall it exactly, but it was something like, "When I make Joanna happy I feel like I can take on the whole world." And then proceeded to do his fake superman ripping off his shirt thing. What husband usually has a wife who makes him feel that way? I think this is the first TV show since Leave it to Beaver (or something similar, since I am too young for that one) where the wife strives to be respectful of her husband. And if she messes
up (like we all do) she quickly digs herself out of her cute, tiny, ship lap hole and makes up for it correcting what she said or saying, "But you're so cute!" And that magically makes up for everything. You can see it on his face, the sparkle in his eye and his big crooked-toothed grin. It says, "It's ok, she loves me and appreciates me."

I realized that (despite Chips name) Chip and Joanna are lacking of chips on their shoulders. They are well rounded, confident and secure in their love for each other. How many couples do you know, right now, in the real world or on TV who actually love each other that way and respect each other like that? It is something that we don't see. He was obviously well loved as a child as was she. It really shows. They have something that we all crave, love.

Their Texas accents are nice, Chip's hair is great, Joanna's outfits are to die for. But anyone you stick on TV can get those things. You can't make up real love. Not even in a well rehearsed reality TV show....and theirs definitely isn't. I don't think the cue cards read, "Now Chip shows us his belly and makes Joanna snort." I just have this feeling it's not there.

Joanna clearly isn't a feminist, but she clearly isn't afraid to take charge. THANK YOU!!! Women can be perfectly strong and wonderful and amazing with out having to declare their women-strength at all times and go around telling everyone how strong she is because she's a "strong" woman. A real woman says to her kids, "Look how strong Daddy is!" when talking about her husband. A real woman asks her manly husband nicely, "Honey, can you please look under the house for me and see how bad that rot is?" "Thank you so much." Thank you, she says thank you to her husband. How many husbands yearn for a wife that asks nicely then says thank you. For good measure she tells him he is strong and cute and if he's really helpful she offers to make him a ham sandwich. Men aren't complicated, they only need a few things...appreciation, food, and snuggle-in-bed time. 

I really hope the people who make this show wake up and smell the coffee. I'm sick of seeing the men made fun of on TV shows. Sitcoms, dramas, you name it, the woman is the hero and the man is a zero. It's ridiculous. I would love for this man-hating society that we live in to pull their head out of their bottoms and wake up to who people want to watch. Back to the roots, real marriages like the Gaines.

To, Chip and Joanna (if you ever read this),

Thank you for being a good example to us. Thank you for helping us to learn how to be a better wife and a better husband. Thank you for reminding us in such a fun way that loving is giving of yourself to another person. For reminding us to be kind and thank our spouse and to lift them up in this difficult culture that we face. Thank you, Joanna for being firm but kind and an excellent example for how wives should treat their husbands. For not beating Chip over the head for his silliness and allowing him to be who he is. Thank you, Chip, for realizing your that your wife was so talented and pushing her to her potential and being that safe harbor that every woman yearns for. Clearly you are Christ loving people and teaching many by example.

Oh, and you make beautiful houses too.

-Anna, mother of 7, wife of almost 20 years, striving to be a better wife and mother and what's more, striving to love Christ

Thanks, HGTV, for introducing us to such a good example of a marriage.

Tuesday, October 27, 2015

Finding Me

One thing that I had in Alaska was a sense knowledge in everything there was to know about what needed knowing. If I didn't know how to do it, Google was right there to help me figure it out. High speed internet and Youtube videos have been utilized to their fullest extent at our house. You name it, I could do it. Were you looking for someone to do a great repair on your home? I knew the guy. Looking for the you-pick farm and the best deals on produce? I knew where to send you. Looking for that lady who sells hay and straw for half the price of the feed store? I have her number too. Need amazing garlic that grows in Alaska? I have that for you in my gardening lair and I can even teach you how to grow it. There's a lot of pride and joy that come from being a know-it-all and I was that person, full of pride, full of joy and full of know.

That woman is gone.

I mentioned about the woe-is-me-ness in the last post that I wrote. I lost my shoes, I lost my blanket, my home is gone and now me...Me is gone. I miss Me.

I realized something just this week. I need my own home. My own domain where I don't have to be beholden to a property manager to repair the heating ducts or the back door that doesn't close. I need my closet to be just so, so that I actually know where my clothes go because otherwise they get draped on the broken rocking chair in our bedroom. My JOB is being a wife, mother, baker, cook and I have failed miserably in the last 5 months. I have been trying to stay strong in this lovely, cold, bug filled home that God has provided. I know that our 9 person family needed temporary shelter and this home is big enough. But I can't be Me here and Me needs to come family needs Me.

We may be buying a home here in about a month. It's no sure thing, we have been through this once already since we moved here. But I'm hopeful and looking forward to getting back into the swing of things. Having a good oven that doesn't overcook, cooking more meals and possibly doing some canning.

I thank God for this house we are in. I got to mope around here for 5 months, gain a bunch of weight while I sat around eating Doritos and Costco pumpkin muffins feeling sad about missing Me. I want to go home and by that I don't mean Alaska, I mean to a home where my family lives and is content. Where my husband can fix things with out getting permission from the land-lord and he can feel manly and useful and we can be joyful. Where I can re-learn how to garden in a much warmer climate, find a peach farmer, grow a different kind of garlic, buy goat milk from the cool nuns down the road, tell everyone about Gary-the-amazing-plumber and get my head back into the knowledge game.

Me is coming home soon. I can't wait to see her again.

Just lounging on the cool porch.

Saturday, September 19, 2015

One Good Friend

Often times lately I feel sorry for myself. "Woe is me," I say.

Today I was feeling especially woeful. My sister and her husband made the yearly late fall trek to Girdwood, Alaska. My husband and I have been going with them for the last three years and we have such a grand kids, just adult time with two of the best people in the world. We were invited to go with them again, but getting tickets back to Alaska at the last minute and juggling what to do with our children proved too much at this time. They left for Girdwood last night and today she sent me a beautiful photo of the two of them at the top of the mountain surrounded by snow and bright blue sky and they looked so lovely. I love and miss them so much. I cried. Woe is me.

We all do that sometimes...right? We take turns feeling sorry for ourselves. A little indulgence into the passion of self pity. We allow it from time to time, some allow it to take a firm hold for a long time, sometimes a lifetime... some can combat it entirely. I fall to this temptation too often. Woe is me.

I was making a list in my head of all of the things that I have lost (misplaced?) during the move...not people that I have lost. Things. My tennis shoes, my shirt that I really like, an old comforter that my son likes, my fall boots, my garden clogs. Wracking my brain, I don't know where they went. Woe is me.

Then a car pulls into my driveway. Up walks my new friend that I met after moving here. She is a good soul, kind, loving, non-judgmental, giving. She has lost so much. Not just things but also many people. She has endured much suffering, she still goes through such suffering. My problems are nothing compared to hers. When I saw her I knew that she would see my pain and ask if I was ok. She would care enough to ask and I would probably cry when she did.

I tried to stay strong, to put on a good face. I failed. She asked. I cried. She hugged me. I felt so silly but she comforted me and told me how hard it must be to be in my shoes. She cared, really cared, and loved me.

Thank you, God, for this friend. How many people have a friend such as this? Someone who has suffered beyond anything I could ever imagine. Thank you for my tiny cross that I bear and for helping me to see how small it is. Thank you for loving me so much that you sent this woman that I did not know three months ago into my life exactly when I needed her and when she needed me. What a loving Father you are, how much you love us is unmeasurable and overwhelming.

Ahhh, what lovely people. Miss you guys.

Monday, June 22, 2015

Life Changer

I am 38 years old and never lived anywhere but Alaska.

We moved to Washington state 3 weeks ago. What the heck?

We sold. A lot. Including our animals. I finally got everything just right in the yard, fencing, apple trees, berry bushes...then poof, we leave.

Everyone asks me how I feel about this, am I sad am I excited? I don't get depressed or excited easily. I am at peace about it and trying to wrap my mind around it. I know myself well enough to know that I will be fine here. I will adjust. God wanted us here for His own reasons, we aren't sure of all of them but think we may have some ideas of why. It has been a hard journey that we started in February, really considering it. Many things have gone wrong but more things have gone right to make it possible to move.

We moved mainly because there is a new parish starting in the small town of Goldendale, WA. My husband is a deacon and our parish in Alaska had grown to a nice size where we weren't needed like we used to be. (Wanted sure, but not needed.) Leaving our parish was extremely difficult and more-so considering the history our parish had with people, especially clergy, moving away, we know the abandoned feeling all too well. This time it was us that was doing the abandoning. That was really terrible.

There isn't clergy here in this town to get a new parish up and running, and when presented with this as an option for us vs staying in Alaska it just felt so right for us both. Once the decision was made, the kids were told, our families were told, tears were shed...the work of moving began.


If you have moved you know. If you have tried selling your house you know. If you haven't, read up on it on the internet and learn what you can, then hang on for a bumpy ride. If you have any money in savings, it will go bye bye. If you have a credit card, it will get maxed. If you're moving because God wants you to, be prepared for a lot to go wrong. Get into the back of God's car and just sit back and watch the drama out the window. He's in control, let it go.

My husband can keep his job and work at home like he has for the last 14 years. My business didn't sell, so I'm attempting to run it from here. My sister was looking for a work-at-home job and as she's the best worker I've ever known, I was happy she was willing to work for me. 

Our house is still not sold. I don't know if it will. It was supposed to close June 2nd and they buyer's house still hasn't closed and we aren't sure ours will go smoothly now either after theirs sells... I'm thankful that we got plane tickets out of Alaska because I'm sure our car would have broken down had we tried driving. Either that or the nine of us would have killed each other on the way down. A 3 1/2 hour plane ride was definitely worth it.

When we got here most of the active parish was very sick, one boy had mono, another two families had whooping cough. Another has a simple surgery then gets sepsis and almost dies. What?

God did provide us with a beautiful rental house here. It's one of the old Victorian houses in the town and rent is very reasonable. Someone put in a very pretty yard and nice fences all the way around. There is even a koi pond with fish. I have always wanted a Victorian house and this way I get to have my cake and eat it too. I get to live in it but not be responsible for the major work that goes into owing one.

I don't have time to mess with a lot of pictures tonight but I've been posting some on Instagram:

Friday, February 27, 2015

Canning Beans My Way

This is NOT the proper canning method recommended by extension service or Ball Blue Book, but it is what I use.

I presoak the beans in their individual jars the night before and I do not cook them for 30 minutes recommended time. This is much faster (for me) and gives me perfectly non-mushy beans (at least for the chick peas, my current favorite beans to can so I can make my hummus.)

 1/2 cup dry beans per pint, 1 cup dry per quart.
Soak in water overnight. I like it in the jars but you can do this in a bowl to make the rinse faster.
Rinse beans the following day.
1/2 tsp salt per pint, 1 tsp salt per quart
pour boiling water over rinsed beans and salt, secure lids, place in pressure canner

Can using following proper canning procedure, this is a VERY quick step-by-step:

2 inches of water in the pressure canner, hot jars in, lock on lid, heat up, let steam vent for 10 minutes, put on 10 or 15 lb weight depending on elevation, then start timer...

1 hour 15 minutes for pints (75 min)
1 hour 30 minutes for quarts (90 min)

Turn off heat, let pressure go down to zero, remove weight, remove lid (carefully! hot steam!) remove hot jars with jar lifter and put onto a dish towel on the counter, if using tattler lids, CAREFULLY tighten down rings, DON'T do this with metal non-reusable lids. Let cool completely, if using tattler, check for no seal. Any that did not seal I will use right away for hummus.

Beans on right just came out of canner, on left are ready to go in.

If you love hummus like I do then you will love the GoRemy Hummus: The Rap or maybe their new one, All About The Paste. But I really dig their Falafel Song, but don't use canned beans when making your Falafels! Only soaked overnight, see the recipe here.