October 19th, 2011

{Day 19} On Not Meeting Everyone’s Needs

“It’s almost like… anything worth doing in this life is almost impossible to do.” ~Jon Foreman, of Switchfood

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{This fabulous guest post is by the very sweet and insightful Nicole of the Gidget Goes Home blog}

I’ve been a wife for eight and a half years now, and mom for four. And yet, just only recently, after becoming a mom of three just over four months ago, did I come to this revelatory conclusion:

As much as I would like to, I can’t meet all the needs of everyone in my family.

Maybe you’ve been there too…

It seems like just when my oldest daughter needs me to help her do a project… my son needs his truck put back together and a book read to him…

And then just when he wakes up from his nap and starts crying in his crib… my baby has just started nursing and my milk has just let down…

And just when I’ve started changing her diaper, my son suddenly is insisting I pick him up with two hands wrapped around my legs and a sweet, “Up, please!” Oh, and Gigi needs to be picked up from preschool–um, now!– and Brody suddenly smells a bit stinky, and now baby Hallee needs to nurse again and oh yeah, my husband’s birthday is in less than a week, and I better “pop dry” that load of clothes sitting in the dryer just one more time, and don’t even get me started on the bathroom floors, and… and…

Whew. I think you get the idea.

Someone in my house always seems to have a need I can’t meet, pretty much from breakfast until bedtime. As the wife and mother, it’s a bit disheartening to be sure.

Can anyone relate?

For me, things are compounded because my younger two are only fourteen months apart. But aside from that fact, the truth is simply that this mothering gig (and trying to meet needs) is hard stuff, because we want to meet their needs. We love them and we want to take care of them. It’s our job for crying out loud.

But we can’t do it all. It’s just not possible.

So I’m learning to prioritize, and asking for grace, and trying to not wish away these crazy days, but instead, to relish in them.

The amazing thing I’m learning as I experience my own inability to do it all though, is God’s amazing ability to indeed do it all. And more.

To meet every need. Every dream. And exceed them all.

In my own humanity, I’m seeing more of His deity. His power. It’s by the power of His grace alone, after all, that I’m able to find joy in the crazy.

When I am weak, He is strong.

And for that, I don’t mind so much that I can’t meet every need.

Now to him who is able to do far more abundantly than all that we ask or think, according to the power at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, forever and ever. Amen.
~Ephesians 3:20-21

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Nicole can be found writing at Gidget Goes Home and Simple Organic. She loves to read, sew, make ice cream, take pictures, surf, watch baseball and go for walks by the beach with her hubby and three little kiddos. She loves anything handmade and is passionate about Creation care.

Beth

Beth is the creator and editor here at Red & Honey, a lifestyle blog for the naturally-minded homemaker. She recently began a passionate love affair with coffee and her life will never be the same. She has had three babies in less than four years, is a professional laundry-avoider, and loves to stay up way too late making weird stuff from scratch that normal people tend to just buy in a store. Hence, the coffee.

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October 17th, 2011

{Day 17} Sacrifice, Sanctification, and Scrubbing Toilets {An Interview with Lisa-Jo from Gypsy Mama}

Today’s interview is a total treat for me – I’ve been reading The Gypsy Mama for a while now, and her writing is powerful and evocative, with a strength and truth in it that is rarely expressed so profoundly. I highly recommend subscribing to her blog and hearing her words for yourself. Lisa-Jo was kind enough to answer some questions for me for our 31 Days of Real Housewife Confessions series, so today I share these with you with the hope that these words will encourage you and challenge you.

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1. How long have you been a housewife? How many kids do you have?

Gosh, thanks so much for including me in your 31 days. I am totally telling Nester about this to prove that even though I didn’t have the courage to write my own 31 days series, at least I made an appearance :) Ok, so housewife? Well, I work full time from home while wrangling a six-month-old baby and juggling preschool and Kindergarten drop offs and picks up for my two oldest kids, along with their Tae Kwon Do, playdates, and run-of-the-mill meltdowns. So, three kids, one house, lots of laundry, an awesome job and a whole lot of chaos for the last six years. But I’ve been married for 12 years. It just took a while for me to figure out I did, in fact, want to be a mom. And now that I am, I love it and this tiny house that we rent and the family inside that make it home.

2. If I walked in to your house unannounced right now, what would I see?

Oh man, now I wish I’d answered these questions yesterday because yesterday the house was all spruced up for family we have visiting from South Africa. Today? Not so much. Today we’re back to the usual pink stroller in the living room, golden grahams stranded under the dining room table, an assortment of tea cups in the sink and a partially inflated air mattress occupying much of the play room. The baby’s room, however, is still tidy. Whoot whoot – that’s 1 room still on my side. There’s always a computer open somewhere in this house and music playing. And boys in their underroos dancing up a storm.

3. What do you think is at the heart of why so many women feel that they aren’t doing a good enough job of the housework?

Perhaps because it’s never done. You know, just as you get it all cleaned, spic and span through lots of blood, sweat, tears, and time with kids parked in front of Bob the Builder so you can vacuum without anyone under foot, they up and start playing again and you’re back to square one. Housework can feel like the hamster wheel you never get a break from. And no one wants to feel like a hamster. I mean, for one thing, they smell really bad. I wish I’d known that before we agreed to get one for the first time last month. But wait, where was I? Yea, the monotony of housework – it leaves us feeling like the work itself – you know – like dirt and dust and mildew are the defining elements of our day so maybe they define us. But what I’m learning is that those tasks that no one sees us do? Those are the gifts of sacrifice. Those are us climbing onto God’s altar and saying, “here I am – ready again today to die to self and love these others you’ve given me all over again.” It’s not boring then, it’s sanctified. Yup, I think even cleaning toilets is sacrificial work when we’re doing it for the big reasons and not as just another part of our daily routine.

4. What kind of memories do you hope your children have of you while growing up?

Oh I think about this a lot and worry a lot that they’ll remember me yelling and rushing and frustrated at them. I pray instead that the great moments, the slow moments of sitting with them as they play with trucks in a tray of flour (that I just know will spill all over the place again) or wrestle with them or show them how well I know their tickle spots, or tell them long and convoluted tales of South Africa will be the joy that imprints on their memories. I want to be the mom they knew loved them, celebrated them, and took great joy in them. I want them to remember how much we danced in the rain. That mud and wet and messy were never more important than joy and laughter and being together to celebrate God’s down pour of blessing in our lives.

5. What do you do really well in your homemaking?

Yikes, making the bed? I’m also really good at a super fast cleaning the kitchen.

6. What do you want to build on and learn to do better?

Cooking. Sigh. I wish I were a better cook or that cooking interested me more. It. Does. Not. And keeping up with the laundry – I don’t know that I’ll ever win that battle.

7. How was your marriage affected from having kids?

Yowza – in so many ways. It showed us both how selfish we were for one thing :) And started the long, holy process of breaking us of the habit of self first. That’s a good thing for any marriage. It also etched deep into our hearts a layer of love that we’d never really understood before. A layer of living at a place where you can understand for the first time why Jesus might have died for you, because you would die for your own kids in a heart beat.

8. What might people be surprised to know about you as a housewife?

That there are many things I just don’t care about – it matters little to me how the kitchen is organized or if all the laundry is put away. I like pictures of pretty mantels and rugs placed just so in a house, but at the moment I don’t have the time or energy to care about making ours look like that. That I’d always choose time with kids over time cleaning. That I’ve given up wanting to live in a museum tidy house over wanting to live in a lived in one.

9. If you could have coffee with any mother in history, who would it be?

My own. She died a week after I turned 18. I would give a lot for one heart to heart with her now – mother to mother. So many questions. So much I would love to learn from, and share with, her.

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I am totally loving hearing other women share their hearts and perspectives here via interview, and I hope you are too. Please, choose your favourite question, and share your answer with me. I’d love to hear your heart!

Beth

Beth is the creator and editor here at Red & Honey, a lifestyle blog for the naturally-minded homemaker. She recently began a passionate love affair with coffee and her life will never be the same. She has had three babies in less than four years, is a professional laundry-avoider, and loves to stay up way too late making weird stuff from scratch that normal people tend to just buy in a store. Hence, the coffee.

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October 15th, 2011

{Day 15} We Won’t Share Our Hearts Because That’s a Dangerous Thing

So, on Thursday night I went to a girls’ night. Brownies, nachos, birthing stories (of course, haha!), etc. It was fabulous. Just what I needed.

You see, lately I’d been feeling a little bit lonely. I know, I know, Jesus is the best friend I could have… etc. etc. But to be honest, Jesus can’t sit and eat brownies with me and swap birth stories. He just can’t, for obvious reasons. See, I think that we were created to need each other. We as human beings are meant to be in relationship with each other.

My personality is such that I enjoy having a small group of deep friendships. Being involved in each other’s lives, kinda like family. That’s what I had back in Toronto, and that’s what I have been sorely lacking this past (almost!) two years since moving out west. I have gotten to know some really great women here, but have at times felt lonely nonetheless. Not really knowing my place, my tribe. I wonder does every woman feel this way to some degree? Those around me usually seem so comfortable and content, not lonely at all. They don’t seem to have trouble finding their place – whether it’s because they are one of those popular-everyone-likes-them types, or because they’ve lived around here forever and know everyone, or whatever. {The hard part about admitting all this is feeling like it makes me sound like a total loser so no one is going to want to be my friend after reading it.}

I wish we could all just share our hearts and our lives with each other… but alas, that’s not normal. So instead we’ll stick to chatting about the weather, our cloth diapering system, the best gluten-free recipe as of late, and some fall decorating tips and activities. If we’re lucky, we’ll share ideas for how to turn a bucket, a string, and a rubber band into an awesome DIY handmade gift, pinterest-style. But we won’t share our hearts, oh no, because that’s a dangerous thing.

And we women? We like to play it safe. Right?

Wrong. Some of us are actually just dying for a little raw honesty. A little solidarity, and a safe place to share. A place where we can be brave enough to cry without fear of judgement, with those who will promise to pray, then actually do it, and shoot you an email in the next day or two to see how it’s going. Is that too much to ask?

I suppose it is.

So today I ate the last of the brownies for breakfast. There’s my confession for today: I ate brownies for breakfast. Made with white flour, sugar, and a cup of butter (the only healthy ingredient).

The best part about the brownies though, was sharing them with friends on Thursday night.

Beth

Beth is the creator and editor here at Red & Honey, a lifestyle blog for the naturally-minded homemaker. She recently began a passionate love affair with coffee and her life will never be the same. She has had three babies in less than four years, is a professional laundry-avoider, and loves to stay up way too late making weird stuff from scratch that normal people tend to just buy in a store. Hence, the coffee.

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October 8th, 2011

{Day 8} Mom Jeans and Muffin Tops {An Interview with Amber Dusick from the Crappy Pictures Blog}

I recently had the awesome opportunity to interview Amber Dusick, the genius comedienne behind the virally popular blog Parenting. Illustrated with Crappy Pictures. If you’ve never before seen one of her cartoons (and they truly are crappy pictures of the funniest kind), then you are seriously missing out. My favourites are What it is Like to Change Diapers, What it is Like to Eat in a Nice Restaurant, A Real House Tour, and Maximum Cuteness (or, Tiny Little Manipulators). OK, I have about a dozen favourites, but I restrained myself. You should just subscribe to her blog to save me some typing.

So, I emailed her and asked if she would oblige us with an interview for our 31 Days of Real Housewife Confessions series… and she said sure! Sit back, and enjoy…

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R&H: How long have you been a housewife? How many kids do you have?

AD: Am I a housewife? That term makes me feel icky. I’d even pick “homemaker” over it because at least that sounds like you make stuff. I just looked it up. Seriously, I googled it:

housewife Noun /”hous wif”/

1. A married woman whose main occupation is caring for her family, managing household affairs and doing housework.

2. A small case for needles, thread and other small sewing items.

So I’m pretty sure we’re talking about #1 here, although I do sometimes carry a sewing kit. I am married. My family is my priority, regardless of my career or the amount that I contribute to the household income. I also manage some household stuff and I attempt housework when we can no longer see the floor.

Wow. Yeah. I guess it is true. I am a housewife, hear me roar!  I’ve been one for five years, when my first was born.  I have two children, ages five and two.

R&H: What did you “know” before becoming a parent?

I knew absolutely everything about being a parent!  I was an amazing parent before I had kids.  I knew that I would never bribe my children. Especially not with sweets. I knew that I would never say the things that my own mother said like, “Don’t stand with the refrigerator door open!” I knew that I would be able to explain things to them using logic and they would understand. I knew that I would follow x,y,z parenting methods and they would work for any children I had. I knew that I would do art and crafts with them all day and play alongside them and it would be nothing but fun 100% of the time. My knowledge wasn’t entirely accurate.

R&H: What do you know now?

I know that nobody knows what they are doing all of the time. We all have our ups and downs. Times that we feel like horrible mothers. Parenting is unpredictable. It is a constantly evolving relationship, like a kaleidoscope. It never looks the same. But if at the center is love and respect then the rest will look beautiful. And it is different for every family and every child within that family. I don’t think there are “one size fits all” parenting methods.

R&H: What might people be surprised to know about you as a housewife?

I’m incredibly career motivated which sounds like a contradiction to the whole housewife gig, doesn’t it?  I want both. Yes, I too am grasping for the holy grail of career and parenting balance. Mainly, I wish there were two of me. Or I wish I didn’t need any sleep at all. That would fix it. I’m unwilling to let go of caring for my children for a career, even though at times I really want to. This is a choice I struggle with.

R&H: Are you ever tempted to compare yourself to other moms?

I wouldn’t say I’m tempted to compare myself to other moms. Nah. I just go ahead and do it. Come on, I’m not the only one eyeing the totally put together mom in Trader Joe’s with the spotless and well-behaved children and wondering what her real story is, right?  It is at times when I feel unsure about my parenting choices (when the kids are acting like maniacs) that I do this most. On a good day I’ll see perfect mom at the market and think “Ooh, she has pretty shoes on!” while on a rough day I’ll see her and think “Why do I suck so much?” It is ridiculous. I try not to take myself too seriously.

R&H: What do you do really well in your parenting?

Adapt. Change. I try really hard to be flexible. To accept that something that works well one day won’t work the next day. Otherwise I’d go seriously crazy. I also use humor to keep myself from imploding with frustration. Sometimes the only thing left to do is laugh.

R&H: In which area do you most want to see growth regarding your parenting?

Finding ways to bring out the best in them. Finding ways to help them blossom into more of who they already are. Sometimes it feels like I’m stomping on them, like I’m doing and saying all the wrong things. Ugh, that is the worst feeling ever as a parent. I want them to be comfortable and confident being themselves. I don’t ever want to pull them down.

R&H: What is the biggest hindrance to mothers in our culture?

This question is so totally unfair because I really don’t have time to write a book right now.  Do I talk about working mothers who are forever walking the tightrope of staying on top of their career and being there for their children?  Do I talk about the dominating influence of corporations and media? Do I talk about maternity leave? Do I talk about healthcare? Education? Lead paint in toys and food? Mom jeans and muffin tops?

I wrote and deleted my answer a billion times. I even asked a friend from MomsRising http://www.momsrising.org/ what her answer would be because she is way more qualified to answer this than I am.

I think if I had to answer in just one sentence I’d say that mothers are not supported or even appreciated in our culture. And that just sucks.

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Our undying appreciation to Amber for gracing us with her presence via interview this lovely fall Saturday. Thanks a million! Now, since you were probably all nodding along in agreement and/or laughing in understanding, I wanna know your story.

Pick your favourite question(s) and tell me your answers!


Beth

Beth is the creator and editor here at Red & Honey, a lifestyle blog for the naturally-minded homemaker. She recently began a passionate love affair with coffee and her life will never be the same. She has had three babies in less than four years, is a professional laundry-avoider, and loves to stay up way too late making weird stuff from scratch that normal people tend to just buy in a store. Hence, the coffee.

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October 7th, 2011

{Day 7} Quiet Hopes and Fears

I love photography, and I would love to do it as a business one day. Confession: I’m scared out of my ever-loving mind that I will fail miserably and completely. Or worse, that I will be only ever be “just ok” at it. Mediocrity is a hard pill to swallow for an NF-type Idealist like myself.

Recently I was asked by a friend to take some photos of their family. I said yes, of course, and proceeded to be uber-excited and freakin’-nervous all at once. My first “real” photo shoot. I charged just a very small amount for my time, and plan to work from there as I gain experience and a good portfolio. I have so so much to learn still! I am confessing all of this today to help hold myself accountable. I won’t shrink back from calling myself a photographer from now on. A beginner, sure, but a photographer nonetheless.

What quiet goals and hopes do you have for “one day”?

What are you afraid to admit to dreaming about? 

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So, with trepidation and ample amounts of nail-biting nervousness… I give you: a sneak peak from my first “professional?” photo session. The photos turned out decently – I try not to see only the lavish amounts of criticism I could heap upon them. I am happy with them for a start, and I see several things to improve upon. A good beginning, I suppose!

Without further blah-blah-blah-ing… here is your sneak peak, S family. Thanks for the privilege of capturing a few shots of your gorgeous family!

Beth

Beth is the creator and editor here at Red & Honey, a lifestyle blog for the naturally-minded homemaker. She recently began a passionate love affair with coffee and her life will never be the same. She has had three babies in less than four years, is a professional laundry-avoider, and loves to stay up way too late making weird stuff from scratch that normal people tend to just buy in a store. Hence, the coffee.

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September 6th, 2011

I Am Woman, Hear Me Roar {Part 2}

Fact: I am happily married.

Fact: I have two beautiful babies (who decided to decided to start growing up contrary to my insistence that they stay little just a little while longer).

Yesterday I wrote about how those things are NOT God’s purpose for me as a woman.

I am living out God’s purpose for myself as a strong warrior woman who is a co-labourer for the Kingdom of God. I am doing this by participating in the beautiful institution of marriage with a man that I love deeply and fully. I am also doing this by being a mama and raising up my littles to know and love Jesus. This is what my purpose looks like in every day life, in this season, and I am grateful beyond words for this gift. However, a woman’s purpose can be played out in many different ways. For some it won’t involve marriage, for some it won’t involve raising children. But for every woman who realizes it or not, she is an ezer-kenegdo (pg.113), a strong warrior woman who has the ability, the potential, and the calling to dream, strategize, and do God’s kingdom work (however that may play out) alongside her brothers-in-Christ. It is her purpose.

It is mine.

I read on, with one eyebrow raised, and the thud-thud of my heart exhorting me to sit up and take notice of the resonant truths before me. In the very first chapter of the Bible, God tells us that we are made in His image, in His likeness (Gen.1:26-27). It is this conferred status as image-bearers of God that gives us the first clues about our purpose. I love how she describes it:

“Suddenly our mundane and often behind-the-scenes lives are invested with cosmic significance, for we are God’s eyes and ears, his hands and feet, his voice in this world. He didn’t just level the playing field between men and women, he raised the bar sky-high for both sexes, for he wants his image-bearers to aspire, to push ourselves, and to reach toward the high calling he has entrusted to us.” (pg.57, emphasis mine)

But that’s not all, folks. There’s more! (cue cheesy gameshow music. except that it isn’t cheesy at all – it’s freaking awe-inspiring and revelatory).

When we really unpack the language used in the creation narrative to describe the woman, we find that God called her an ezer, a word that is most used in the Old Testament to describe God himself. We as women were created to reflect God. (pg.101) Furthermore, the words used to describe women in Genesis are ezer-kenegdo which have usually been translated as “suitable helper” or “helpmeet” (thanks to King James). In reality, however, these Hebrew words are most found in scripture in a military context, and used to describe strong warriors. Custis James really unpacks the Genesis narrative and the creation and purpose of women (and I really have to refrain from just quoting chapter 5 to you in its entirety – it’s that good), but my favourite is really when she talks about the Proverbs 31 woman. How many times has the Proverbs 31 woman been held up as an example of Godly womanhood, and all the women just roll their eyes and sigh in defeat, feeling like a failure before the horse is even out of the gate? Yeah. Well, as it turns out:

“…the Proverbs 31 woman is introduced as a “woman hayil”, the same Hebrew word used for Boaz and signifies “strength” and “power” like that of an “elite warrior similar to the hero of the Homeric epic.” The meaning, however, gets lost in translation, for whenever hayil applies to a woman in the Bible, translators have opted for softer English words (“virtuous”, “excellent”, “capable”, or “noble character”)… The rest of the poem is drenched in powerful military language, which underscores her powerful ezer-warrior calling…” (pg.129)

Oh yes! (cue cheesy fist pump). This! This is something to which I can relate on a raw and honest level! Sometimes my days are a battle-ground, and sometimes parenting requires much valor and endurance (and I daresay the same applies to women in other life-situations and stages too?). The strength and courage of a warrior is rather necessary in those days when everything is working against me to drag me down into frustration, depression, and selfish unrighteous anger. I am girded up and encouraged by this understanding of my own identity as an ezer-kenegdo (strong warrior). I am spurred on to strength and intentionality. Warriors have strategies – they follow plans – they don’t just flounce through their days hoping that the battle will be won at the end with no thought whatsoever.

Custis James writes: “Putting the facts together, isn’t it obvious that the ezer is a warrior? And don’t we already know this in our bones? God created his daughters to be ezer-warriors with our brothers.” (pg.113) I definitely knew this and felt it in my bones. This resonates deeply on a soul-level, and it rings true intellectually as well. Her arguments and Biblical interpretation are detailed and convincing. I love that. And praise God that this is true:

“We have a message for women – big enough for all of us, sturdy enough to survive the worst situations, and generic enough to frame our stories in any season, culture, epoch, anywhere in the world.” (pg.115)

I could go on with quoting the amazing words found throughout the book. My copy is thoroughly marked and underlined, and I found myself needing to refrain from just underlining entire pages (cuz, uh, that pretty well defeats the purpose of underlining, right?).

Custis James concludes the book with a discussion that acknowledges that the age-old debate will probably never end, but that there are definite lessons to be learned not only from the hotly-debated passages, but from the many stories of women in scripture as well. Eve, Naomi, Ruth, Hannah, Mary & Martha, Esther, and Mary, Mother of Jesus are all participants in God’s grand story for the world. They are portrayed as equally important in God’s kingdom work as the men with whom they share the load. They lived out their purpose as ezer-kenegdo, and left legacies for us to carry on.

And so I shall.

I am a strong warrior woman, and I refuse to be anything else. This is God’s purpose for women.

Beth

Beth is the creator and editor here at Red & Honey, a lifestyle blog for the naturally-minded homemaker. She recently began a passionate love affair with coffee and her life will never be the same. She has had three babies in less than four years, is a professional laundry-avoider, and loves to stay up way too late making weird stuff from scratch that normal people tend to just buy in a store. Hence, the coffee.

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September 2nd, 2011

I Am Woman, Hear Me Roar {Part 1}

I’ve never really been proud of being a woman.

I always kind of thought that to take pride in my womanhood was to equate myself with those crazy feminists that see women as superior and men as the scum of the earth. I have also thought that as a good Christian woman, I should just accept my role as my husband’s submissive baby-maker and cook, and do it joyfully, holding up the “I’m not oppressed! This is my calling!” banner.

Over the last few months I’ve been confronted with a question of grave importance. It is a question that, oddly enough, I’d never really asked before, and it is this: what are God’s purposes for his daughters?

Little girls that grow up into strong, beautiful women, all over the world…

What does God want for them?

For me?

The book Half the Church: Recapturing God’s Global Vision for Women by Carolyn Custis James has been a constant companion in the last little while as I’ve stolen moments here and there to read through it after winning it from a blog giveaway. It’s been rocking my world a little bit. Here’s how it went down…

One evening several months ago after the kids were in bed, I settled in with the next book on my “to-read-list” and a cup of tea. I opened the book and began to read. Out of the blue, this question whacked me in the face with no real warning:

“Are God’s purposes for women only for those whose lives go from early adulthood to “I do” and from there to the delivery room? Or are his purposes dynamic enough to leave no woman or girl behind? (pg.35)

Ugghhhh… blank stares off into space and slight panic ensued, as I realized that I had no idea how to answer that question with any thoughtful intelligence whatsoever. This question reveals the inherently narrow Western focus that the author is trying to uncover. So much church talk in the first world centers on the woman’s calling as a wife and mother, without taking into account the millions of women and girls around the globe that are in fights for their lives, dignity, and personhood. Sex trafficking, forced abortion of daughters, child marriages, orphans, honour killing, female infanticide, abuse and oppression, female sterilization and genital mutilation are all realities faced by women and girls around the world, at this very moment. To unpack that question further, she continues:

“What if a soul is completely ravaged – brutalized and dehumanized until there is nothing left but an empty shell? Does the gospel only offer such a woman salvation, or does it establish her as a participant in the Grand Story that God is weaving for the world?” (pg.35)

The author calls for a globally minded vision for God’s daughters – one that encompasses all situations in which women find themselves. Having first-hand experience with overseas short-term ministry myself, and a plan for overseas full-time missionary work, this bit particularly resonated with me.

She writes:

“Global thinking raises deeper questions and sends us in search of answers that are expansive and dynamic enough to frame every woman’s life form birth to death. Within this wider global context, we will discover – for their sakes and for ours – the true strength of God’s message for women. Here we will unlock the gospel’s potency to bring wholeness and purpose to a trampled and discarded life. This is where we will plumb the depths of God’s love for his daughters and see for ourselves that no life is ever beyond the reach of the gospel’s restorative powers, no matter how a woman’s story plays out.” (pg.37, emphasis mine)

I don’t know about you, but this stuff gets my heart racing a little. I get that feeling in the pit of my stomach that this is important stuff. These questions are real. They are relevant. They are personal. Although I am a prime example of the typical North American Christian woman living out the “wife and baby-maker” calling, I do not believe that these things are God’s purpose for me, as a woman.

(Say what?)

I do NOT believe that being a wife to my wonderful hubby and mama to my precious kiddos is God’s purpose for me.

I DO, however, believe strongly that being a wife and mama is HOW I am living out God’s purpose for me. (And yes, I think those roles are seriously underrated in our culture, even in Christian culture).

Make sense?

Marriage and motherhood simply cannot be the definition of God’s purposes for his daughters. Why not? Custis James explains:

“To define women solely in terms of marriage and motherhood simply does not fit the reality of most of our lives. Even for women who enthusiastically embrace marriage and motherhood as their highest calling, a substantial part of their lives is without a husband and/or children… Furthermore, the traditional message to women is tenuous at best – all it takes is a single tragic phone call for her to be dropped from that demographic. It happens every day. Add to this the crying need for the church to speak with potency and purpose into the lives of young girls who are drowning in enticing messages that tell them their value resides in the shape of their bodies, their sexual attractiveness to guys, and their wardrobe, popularity, and other fleeting allures. A message that points to the marriage altar as the starting gate of God’s calling for women leaves us with nothing to tell them except that God’s purpose for them is nothere and now, but somewhere down the road.” (pg.103, emphasis mine)

So then what are God’s purposes for women? Now that we know what they are definitely not, the question remains: what are they? Tomorrow I will publish the second part of this post where I’ll talk about how God created us as strong warrior women, equal co-labourers for the Kingdom of God alongside our brothers in Christ (READ PART TWO HERE). And if that sounds a little too crazy-feminist for you, well, just bear with me and reserve your judgement ‘til the end of tomorrow’s post. Or better yet, get the book, and read it!

Have you ever thought about God’s purposes for women? Have you ever felt boxed in to a smaller understanding of God’s purposes, through your religion or culture?

Beth

Beth is the creator and editor here at Red & Honey, a lifestyle blog for the naturally-minded homemaker. She recently began a passionate love affair with coffee and her life will never be the same. She has had three babies in less than four years, is a professional laundry-avoider, and loves to stay up way too late making weird stuff from scratch that normal people tend to just buy in a store. Hence, the coffee.

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August 22nd, 2011

Love is in the Air

My last post on going to church received incredible response in the comments (and I’m still planning to respond to the last few), which has been so much fun. I loved hearing everyone’s perspectives, and have been both encouraged and challenged. Perhaps a follow-up post in in order, with some further thoughts?

The blog has been rather quiet since then, which is not my ideal, however… the gorgeous lady pictured above with me is my sweet sister-in-law, who is getting married this Friday! I’m honoured to be a bridesmaid for her, so things have been rather busy! We flew in to Toronto on Thursday, Saturday was a joint first birthday party for Aliza and her cousin (my sister’s baby) who were born six weeks apart last summer. We had nearly forty people in my sister’s little townhouse, and it was crazy. Fun, but crazy. Now things have swung into full-blown wedding prep, as the days slip away and sweet little Laura will soon become a married woman (to a fabulous guy).

I have quite a few drafts started for this blog, and SO many ideas for the coming autumn… but those will just have to wait. And all of the awesome traffic and subscribers that I have begun to build will just have to wait. Maybe you’ll stick around? I hope? I hope to post again soon, but I’m not making any promises.

Talk to you soon,

xoxo. Beth.

Beth

Beth is the creator and editor here at Red & Honey, a lifestyle blog for the naturally-minded homemaker. She recently began a passionate love affair with coffee and her life will never be the same. She has had three babies in less than four years, is a professional laundry-avoider, and loves to stay up way too late making weird stuff from scratch that normal people tend to just buy in a store. Hence, the coffee.

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July 29th, 2011

Why Don’t We All Just Wear Burqas?

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A year or so ago I experienced a hurtful and humiliating incident in which an unnamed person (brother or sister in Christ) accused me of immodesty in my dress, after a week of internal staff meetings for our Christian mission agency. The reason they are unnamed is not because I don’t want to publicly call him/her out, but because the person did not confront me face to face (as is Biblical when you have issues with a fellow brother or sister in Christ… although I’m pretty sure I know who it was… and I’m also pretty sure it was a woman). I was told via a third party that my dress was inappropriate (but not until a week after the meetings were over), and that I needed to dress more modestly for next year’s meetings. Now, I was nursing my eight-week-old at the time, and was still a few sizes above my normal, so I had gone to the thrift store for a few new-to-me items to wear to get me through as I lost the baby weight. I am always conscious of what I am wearing and I consider myself a fairly modest individual, and my husband and fairly conservative-minded family agree. I do not intentionally “show off” lots of skin. Thus, I was pretty much flabbergasted when this accusation was thrown at me.

Now, a year later, in the thick of sunny summer days I have been thinking about this issue (and that unfortunate incident) again. Up until that point I had always towed the party line of “women must dress modestly so as not to make men stumble”, as is the standard belief in Christian culture. But thanks to the incident last summer, I have begun to question this assumption (not the intended result from my unnamed accuser, I’m sure!).

Let me begin by laying out some questions for discussion:

1) What is modesty?

It is not easily defined, other than to say that it has to do with decency and social norms and expectations. It is highly changeable depending on culture. In many African cultures for example, it is not at all uncommon or immodest to “whip out a boob” to feed one’s baby, even (gasp!) in church. No one bats an eye, because it is just not seen as immodest. Women in some cultures don’t even cover their breasts at all. Then there are cultures that cover absolutely everything – the Middle East comes to mind here. Clearly, modesty is a changing value depending on culture.

2) Who is responsible for a man’s lustful thoughts?

We all answer to God for our own sin. Adam and Eve were still blamed for their sin, despite the devil’s cunning part in it. I think that much is clear – we cannot cast blame for our sin on anyone else. On the other hand, of course, are the verses in Scripture about not causing a brother or sister in Christ to stumble (which, by the way, are not explicitly about clothing – the verses talk about food/eating meat). Yes, I would agree that they could be applied to dressing modestly (and I do think that modesty in dress is important), but I just think we need to be so careful about placing the blame for a man’s sin on someone else. Can revealing clothing increase temptation to sin with lustful thoughts? Yes, it can increase temptation, but the individual alone is held accountable for how he (or she) handles that temptation.

3) Why is the traditional admonition to modesty placed solely on women?

I’ve heard plenty of women talk about so-and-so’s sexy muscular chest, smokin’ hot abs, or bulging biceps. Celebrities, real life, it doesn’t seem to matter – women aren’t blind. Women were also created as sexual creatures. I’m not sure I buy the argument that “men are more visually stimulated than women”. I mean, really? Women notice a man’s sexy body that is put on display, and I daresay it causes lustful thoughts in some (many?) women too. If lots of women find a man in a nicely tailored and well-fitted suit to be a turn-on (which they do), should all men start wearing coveralls and plaid shirts instead? Should every man wear a t-shirt at the beach? And what about his muscular legs? His soft and wavy hair? His strong, broad shoulders? I don’t see calls for men to “cover up and quit showing so much skin”. Is this not a double-standard?

4) What effect has this had on women’s self-identity and body image?

God created the human body to be beautiful, in my opinion. From perky and youthful breasts and the shapeliness of a leg (Hello, Song of Solomon!), to saggy old boobs, wrinkles, grey hair (a crown of beauty!), and age spots – all of it is beauty in its own way. However, our culture is so messed up with regards to body image. Beauty has gotten confused with sexiness. Sex has gotten confused with love, and the human body is neither respected nor kept sacred. One blogger/author writes these words: “When I was doing research for the book I wrote about sex, I interviewed numerous married Christian women who confessed that sexual intimacy with their husbands was a struggle. They’d been told all their lives that it was a sin to be sexy. And turning that “rule” off when in the bedroom with their husbands was, for some, impossible. Many felt guilty for “feeling sexual.”

5) Why don’t we all just wear burqas?

For every man that you could find who would say that they find boobs to be a turn-on, you could probably find another two or three claiming other parts of the female body as the most sensual. Butts, waists, shoulders, legs, feet, ankles, stomachs, necks… the list goes on. If showing parts of our bodies are causing men to stumble, then the logical conclusion would be that all women should be completely covered at all times when men are present. After all, men are ravenous beasts with a sexual mind that cannot be tamed, right? The objectification and devaluing of men is just as inherent in this issue, and is just as wrong.

For me, here’s what it boils down to:

Men have a responsibility to fight against the cultural tendency to objectify and devalue women. There is a fine line between appreciating God’s creation in the form of the human body, and indulging in lustful thoughts, but let us not swing the pendulum so far to one end that modest womanhood ends up portrayed as ‘a pair of boobs and a butt covered by as much fabric as possible’.

I am a woman with a beautiful and feminine body. But I am also so much more than that. I pray that my life glorifies God in all that I do, including how I dress, how I act, and how I talk. To me, this is the true measure of modesty.

I am NOT saying that we should be free to wear absolutely anything. I believe that we should dress with modesty in mind/heart. I do think that modesty looks differently in every culture, and to every person. Let’s be careful not to make a grey area into a black and white, as the Pharisees so often did. I refuse to condone random rules and regulations about “above the collarbone” or “below the knee”, which are neither Biblical, nor cultural. I can’t simply say that if the tiniest bit (or even a lot) of cleavage shows when you bend over that you are necessarily sinning. Modesty is about so much more than that.

I say: dress according to your conscience and let this verse be your guide: “Do you not know that your bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your bodies”. (1 Corinthians 6:19-20).

Beth

Beth is the creator and editor here at Red & Honey, a lifestyle blog for the naturally-minded homemaker. She recently began a passionate love affair with coffee and her life will never be the same. She has had three babies in less than four years, is a professional laundry-avoider, and loves to stay up way too late making weird stuff from scratch that normal people tend to just buy in a store. Hence, the coffee.

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July 4th, 2011

For Where I Am From

Autumn Leavesphoto © 2010 Abhinav | more info (via: Wylio)

 

I am from endless shelves of books to read, from Cabbage-Patch babies and blanket forts in the basement.
I am from the Grandpa-built house with green shutters, and a sunshine-warmed deck with flapping clothes on the windy line, smelling of sunshine and clean cotton.
I am from the snowy winters of skating on the marsh, snowflakes covering our front yard and sparkling in the light of street lamps, snow forts, sledding, and soggy mittens with stuck on bits of snow.
I am from summer camping trips and dips in the PEI ocean waters and a collective bookwormishness, from finishing nearly the entire Nancy Drew series in one camping trip alone, I am from the Carters and the Prossers, from love in the form of a Sunday pot roast.
From Nana and Grandpa’s house for sleepovers and cereal-that-rots-your-teeth, aunts, uncles, a few cousins to love on, neighbours, friends, and church family potlucks.
I am from being “dragged along” on family hikes, ordered to look out the window at nature’s beauty while on long car drives, and quiet Sunday afternoons in between morning and evening church services.
From quick-like-a-bunny, and some-good! (emphasis on the ‘some’) whilst licking self-picked berry-stained fingers in July and biscuit shortcake immediately following.
I am from (of course) the Baptist church (where else?), and from the carefully crafted ‘salvation bracelet’ with its five colours at Camp Wildwood, from sword drills and Pioneer Clubs, from memorizing the books of the Bible, and youth rallies.
I am from playing ball hockey in the street and moving the net aside so the neighbours can get to their driveways. From the dutiful love of hockey night in Canada, and the potato chips and orange juice that accompany it, along with staying up late just to watch the first period with Dad.
I am from the Annapolis Valley and from the Maritimes. Then from the displaced-became-home Big City far away.
Homemade shake-n-bake chicken served with hodgepodge. Real maple syrup and maple candy poured out onto the fresh snow at my feet. All-you-can-eat Lobster Dinners with butter-dripping and shell-cracking.
I am from the summer that my parents forced my brother, sister, and I all on a 14-km hike by the ocean, for the sake of family togetherness and fostering a love for creation. We nearly died (from complaining too much) but secretly loved it. From crisp blue skies framing the brilliant colours of autumn, crunchy leaves under my feet giving way to boots leaving my mark in the snow.
From the ridiculous personality differences that exist among my parents, siblings, and I, and from the quiet and reserved love that somehow still permeates.
From the academic pursuits and encouragement to life-learning, through books and schooling, or otherwise.
I am from the big city and the suburbs, from the blue-room closet and the stacks of yellowing photo albums chronicling my childhood. From the sense of identity, belonging, and a place called ‘back home’.
I am from that skinny, freckled “where’d you GET your LOVELY red HAIR?!?! girl, unsure of who she was.
From being formed by such a childhood, to become the woman I am today.
Grateful.
For where I am from.

 

Inspiration for this poem is thanks to Stephanie and Sarah

Beth

Beth is the creator and editor here at Red & Honey, a lifestyle blog for the naturally-minded homemaker. She recently began a passionate love affair with coffee and her life will never be the same. She has had three babies in less than four years, is a professional laundry-avoider, and loves to stay up way too late making weird stuff from scratch that normal people tend to just buy in a store. Hence, the coffee.

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May 8th, 2011

And the Name of the Secret is Love

Bokeh Heartsphoto © 2009 Leo Fung | more info (via: Wylio)


My heart is like a fountain true That flows and flows with love to you. As chirps the lark unto the tree So chirps my pretty babe to me. And it’s O! sweet, sweet! and a lullaby.

There’s not a rose where’er I seek, As comely as my baby’s cheek. There’s not a comb of honey-bee, So full of sweets as babe to me. And it’s O! sweet, sweet! and a lullaby.

There’s not a star that shines on high, Is brighter than my baby’s eye. There’s not a boat upon the sea, Can dance as baby does to me. And it’s O! sweet, sweet! and a lullaby.

{traditional lullaby}

My mom and me {6 months pregnant with my first baby, May 2008}

Say, what is the spell, when her fledglings are cheeping, That lures the bird home to her nest? Or wakes the tired mother, whose infant is weeping, To cuddle and croon it to rest? What the magic that charms the glad babe in her arms, Till it cooes with the voice of the dove? ‘Tis a secret, and so let us whisper it low– And the name of the secret is Love! For I think it is Love, For I feel it is Love, For I’m sure it is nothing but Love!

Say, whence is the voice that when anger is burning, Bids the whirl of the tempest to cease? That stirs the vexed soul with an aching–a yearning For the brotherly hand-grip of peace? Whence the music that fills all our being–that thrills Around us, beneath, and above? ‘Tis a secret: none knows how it comes, or it goes– But the name of the secret is Love! For I think it is Love, For I feel it is Love, For I’m sure it is nothing but Love!

Say, whose is the skill that paints valley and hill, Like a picture so fair to the sight? That flecks the green meadow with sunshine and shadow, Till the little lambs leap with delight? ‘Tis a secret untold to hearts cruel and cold, Though ’tis sung, by the angels above, In notes that ring clear for the ears that can hear– And the name of the secret is Love! For I think it is Love, For I feel it is Love, For I’m sure it is nothing but Love!

{“Song of Love”, Lewis Carroll}

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Happy Mother’s Day to all. May we remember what a blessing it is to be a mother, to have a mother, or to know a mother’s love. And most blessed are we if we have all three!

 

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Beth

Beth is the creator and editor here at Red & Honey, a lifestyle blog for the naturally-minded homemaker. She recently began a passionate love affair with coffee and her life will never be the same. She has had three babies in less than four years, is a professional laundry-avoider, and loves to stay up way too late making weird stuff from scratch that normal people tend to just buy in a store. Hence, the coffee.

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