He's alive. He is living in my room. I feed him everyday.
Yep I am coexisting with Mr. Sourdough and I would have uploaded a picture if I was on my computer.... He's fat, has a bubbly personality and consists partly of alcohol (fermented yeast). He is single and totally the bread winner type so ladies, he's a keeper. I'll introduce you two if you want.
My first attempt at producing a sourdough baby went pretty good. It takes soo long for them to come to term and I was impatient so the result wasn't quite the same. I want to try again tomorrow and do an overnight cool rise... That's supposed to improve the flavor. I also want to make some cinnamon rolls so Mr. Sourdough will be a busy boy.
I've read that if you treat your Mr. Sourdough starter right and feed him correctly he can last for years and century's and maybe even decades! What a crazy thought. Someday I'll pass on Mr. Sourdough to my great-grandchildren and tell them how to care for him, my kitchen companion. They will have great respect for Mr. Sourdough because he kept bread on the table for so many years.
... That is if I don't kill him accidentally like I did to his brother. Oops.
Friday, December 16, 2011
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Glass reflections
"To desire something and not have it - is this not the source of nearly all our pain and sorrow?"
It's about time I write about why I named my blog glass reflections. I know right, I've had it how long? But I never felt like I could fully explain or communicate what the name means. It's a slight reference to 1 Cor. 13:12 "For now we see through a glass darkly but then face to face. Now I know in part but then shall I know even as also I am known."
I believe this is talking about the completion of the word of God as Paul worked to finish writing the books in the Bible. But it holds a fascination for me. A word picture of looking into a dim glass and faintly making out your image. Maybe the glass is streched so you look skinny or fat and the imperfections of the glass marr your face with ugly marks.
I think we look at our lives through that glass. It's never good enough. It keeps us battered and defeated. Why try when the image never changes? The dark smokey glass has ruined our opinions of our self-worth. The desires we have for something more dies inside when we look through the glass. The reflection is detestable, who would want to love that?
I think there's more. I think we're just looking at things from the wrong perspective. We wake up every morning and head to that dark, dirty, dim glass and peer in, noting that nothing has changed. We pick at everything we dont like and then to feel better or hold a pity party, we compare it to someone elses glass! It makes even the good things of life dreaded. It kills desire. We don't like to desire for the fear of falling again.
"Hope rouses the desire from it's slumber and makes us even more vulnerable to disappointment."
"This is the point at which God most feels like our enemy. It seems at times that he will go to any length to thwart the very thing we most deeply want.
You see, the real dilemma of desire is that it humbles us. It takes us way beyond our own resources where we need to ask for help."
We're looking at this earthly life as the end all to our satisfaction and joy and happiness. Our search for the perfect life and the situation we've always imagined is not in vain. We just have the timing wrong. Take away that faded old glass. That's the worlds way of seeing you. There's a new glass waiting. Right now we know in part but then we shall know. Life will never be perfect here on this earth, but there's is a day that's coming... That's a hope that will never disappoint. How we handle the difficult situations now are just a test of our faithfulness to our God. He will not fail to reward the trials you endured.
Right now all we can see are the glass reflections... Mine isn't looking so bad after all... It's a matter of a heavenly perspective.
It's about time I write about why I named my blog glass reflections. I know right, I've had it how long? But I never felt like I could fully explain or communicate what the name means. It's a slight reference to 1 Cor. 13:12 "For now we see through a glass darkly but then face to face. Now I know in part but then shall I know even as also I am known."
I believe this is talking about the completion of the word of God as Paul worked to finish writing the books in the Bible. But it holds a fascination for me. A word picture of looking into a dim glass and faintly making out your image. Maybe the glass is streched so you look skinny or fat and the imperfections of the glass marr your face with ugly marks.
I think we look at our lives through that glass. It's never good enough. It keeps us battered and defeated. Why try when the image never changes? The dark smokey glass has ruined our opinions of our self-worth. The desires we have for something more dies inside when we look through the glass. The reflection is detestable, who would want to love that?
I think there's more. I think we're just looking at things from the wrong perspective. We wake up every morning and head to that dark, dirty, dim glass and peer in, noting that nothing has changed. We pick at everything we dont like and then to feel better or hold a pity party, we compare it to someone elses glass! It makes even the good things of life dreaded. It kills desire. We don't like to desire for the fear of falling again.
"Hope rouses the desire from it's slumber and makes us even more vulnerable to disappointment."
"This is the point at which God most feels like our enemy. It seems at times that he will go to any length to thwart the very thing we most deeply want.
You see, the real dilemma of desire is that it humbles us. It takes us way beyond our own resources where we need to ask for help."
We're looking at this earthly life as the end all to our satisfaction and joy and happiness. Our search for the perfect life and the situation we've always imagined is not in vain. We just have the timing wrong. Take away that faded old glass. That's the worlds way of seeing you. There's a new glass waiting. Right now we know in part but then we shall know. Life will never be perfect here on this earth, but there's is a day that's coming... That's a hope that will never disappoint. How we handle the difficult situations now are just a test of our faithfulness to our God. He will not fail to reward the trials you endured.
Right now all we can see are the glass reflections... Mine isn't looking so bad after all... It's a matter of a heavenly perspective.
Saturday, November 26, 2011
A good thing
When is too much of a good thing a bad thing?
Too much fiber? I'd say yeeeeah....
Too many birthdays? That kinda depends.
Is there really such thing as too much love? Not if it's a pure selfless love, but that's rare enough I don't know how many people actually get the privilege of experiencing such a thing, much less too much of it.
Ok but the bottom line of my blog today... Watching the same movie in so many number of days is a bad thing. I mean really? I liked cars 2 as well but not enough to see it three times in less than a week! That also goes for rango, which I saw about 5 times the three weeks I was in Maryland lol. I gues when you find a good movie (since they can be rare) you watch the stuffing out of them (not saying rango was that hot FYI).
Too much fiber? I'd say yeeeeah....
Too many birthdays? That kinda depends.
Is there really such thing as too much love? Not if it's a pure selfless love, but that's rare enough I don't know how many people actually get the privilege of experiencing such a thing, much less too much of it.
Ok but the bottom line of my blog today... Watching the same movie in so many number of days is a bad thing. I mean really? I liked cars 2 as well but not enough to see it three times in less than a week! That also goes for rango, which I saw about 5 times the three weeks I was in Maryland lol. I gues when you find a good movie (since they can be rare) you watch the stuffing out of them (not saying rango was that hot FYI).
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Time marches on
Fall in the mountains is like paradise. I have been enjoying the weather, the relaxation, and the gorgeous views. I think I'm gonna stay. This summer has been one of the best I've had and I had been dreading seein the end of it. But touring in Colorado has been the perfect end to summer and intro to the fall changes.
I haven't met too many new people yet but it's fun to see old friends.
Wesley came to see us last weekend. It was cool and good to see him, but a little epic and movie-like to see him after 5 1/2 years lol. Has it really been that long?
Colorado has always held a soft place in my heart. Perhaps because I was born here, maybe because it's just so flipping beautiful or could be the friends I have who live here. Whatever the case, I'm glad to be back, don't want to leave.
I haven't met too many new people yet but it's fun to see old friends.
Wesley came to see us last weekend. It was cool and good to see him, but a little epic and movie-like to see him after 5 1/2 years lol. Has it really been that long?
Colorado has always held a soft place in my heart. Perhaps because I was born here, maybe because it's just so flipping beautiful or could be the friends I have who live here. Whatever the case, I'm glad to be back, don't want to leave.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
... And the story continues
I found out a little more about the lady in the farm house. She's always been very sweet to me offering me a drink if I need or the bathroom. I got to talking to her a little bit.
Her husband drives truck so he's not around very often, it has been a lonely 3 months since moving here away from where her parents live. But he wanted to be in the country and have a few cows and pigs so she faithfully moved here. She doesn't have a job other than caring for the livestock, he didn't want her to get one. He makes good money but they are finding out that most of it goes to the feed of the animals. She doesn't have too much to do all day so it gives her lots of time to read the Bible and practice guitar, but when he's home the days are filled helping him work around the place. They're a team. She's been looking for a church since she's new to the area but driving to Yankton and back means 40 miles and things are tight.
Somehow, I got placed in this womans life to be able to tell her that I live a mile away and we have a home church pastored by my dad. She was amazed that we play her favorite kind of music, bluegrass gospel. She believes God knows our needs and answers in his time. She's been praying for something like this.
Thank you God for choosing to use me.
Her husband drives truck so he's not around very often, it has been a lonely 3 months since moving here away from where her parents live. But he wanted to be in the country and have a few cows and pigs so she faithfully moved here. She doesn't have a job other than caring for the livestock, he didn't want her to get one. He makes good money but they are finding out that most of it goes to the feed of the animals. She doesn't have too much to do all day so it gives her lots of time to read the Bible and practice guitar, but when he's home the days are filled helping him work around the place. They're a team. She's been looking for a church since she's new to the area but driving to Yankton and back means 40 miles and things are tight.
Somehow, I got placed in this womans life to be able to tell her that I live a mile away and we have a home church pastored by my dad. She was amazed that we play her favorite kind of music, bluegrass gospel. She believes God knows our needs and answers in his time. She's been praying for something like this.
Thank you God for choosing to use me.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
It's not where you are, it's who you are
I'm painting an old farm house today. It's a cute two story with a little fence around it. I was pretty tired already this morning bc I had to mess with horses before coming here so I wasn't in the most incredible mood ever. I underestimated the country charm of this place.
The lady of the house was home. She wasn't the most beautiful woman in the world but she has more than a pretty face. There she was in the kitchen washing a few dishes at the sink right under a window with a lace curtain and green tomatoes sitting on it's sill. She had bluegrass gospel turned on the radio and she hummed and sang along. She isn't rich. Her husband and her rent the house and she had to check the books just this morning to make sure her honey's $27 check wouldn't bounce. The life is simple and scarce but instead of complaining she finishes her chores and grabs a guitar to play along with the songs about gloryland and a better future waiting. The living picture of contentment complete with the mooing of cows and breeze rustling the leaves of the trees in the front yard.
True story.
The lady of the house was home. She wasn't the most beautiful woman in the world but she has more than a pretty face. There she was in the kitchen washing a few dishes at the sink right under a window with a lace curtain and green tomatoes sitting on it's sill. She had bluegrass gospel turned on the radio and she hummed and sang along. She isn't rich. Her husband and her rent the house and she had to check the books just this morning to make sure her honey's $27 check wouldn't bounce. The life is simple and scarce but instead of complaining she finishes her chores and grabs a guitar to play along with the songs about gloryland and a better future waiting. The living picture of contentment complete with the mooing of cows and breeze rustling the leaves of the trees in the front yard.
True story.
Monday, September 19, 2011
Really?
So I never post on here but I promised I would... I don't really have anything to say but I thought I'd try...
I don't understand why God put male hormones in females. Can't we just be purly female and that's it? But maybe there's some medical reason why it's good but I just can't wrap my mind around why it would medically matter that girls would have to deal with facial hair and waxing and leg hair. Come on, there has to be SOME advantage to being born with Eve's curse. But no. We don't have enough to deal with. I think we should have been created fairly hairless. Yesterday I found a black hair growing from my neck?! I don't need this in my life! I have enough to do than to maintain and groom! Maybe that's why I still haven't found a guy... Lightbulb!
I've been working with Buck a beautiful buckskin horse for the last month. He's 5 and that's kinda old to begin training. Regardless, I jumped headlong into it and jumped off his back on occasion. I was happy to call the owner to tell him a month is up come get him even though he's not completely ridable.. But no. The owner wants me to keep him an extra 2 weeks and make him ridable. People I don't need this in my life! I can't help it you have a stupid horse! I digress.
Story of my life, I enjoy it. For the most part. 11 days until I get a sweet vacation and break from the madness. I can't wait.
I don't understand why God put male hormones in females. Can't we just be purly female and that's it? But maybe there's some medical reason why it's good but I just can't wrap my mind around why it would medically matter that girls would have to deal with facial hair and waxing and leg hair. Come on, there has to be SOME advantage to being born with Eve's curse. But no. We don't have enough to deal with. I think we should have been created fairly hairless. Yesterday I found a black hair growing from my neck?! I don't need this in my life! I have enough to do than to maintain and groom! Maybe that's why I still haven't found a guy... Lightbulb!
I've been working with Buck a beautiful buckskin horse for the last month. He's 5 and that's kinda old to begin training. Regardless, I jumped headlong into it and jumped off his back on occasion. I was happy to call the owner to tell him a month is up come get him even though he's not completely ridable.. But no. The owner wants me to keep him an extra 2 weeks and make him ridable. People I don't need this in my life! I can't help it you have a stupid horse! I digress.
Story of my life, I enjoy it. For the most part. 11 days until I get a sweet vacation and break from the madness. I can't wait.
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Small beauty
There's a simple sweetness in the little things of life... Everyone always says to notice the small things, things we take for granted or see but move on so fast it's gone.
It's also the small things that can do the most damage. The irritating habits or common frustrations that wear us down. But that's why we need the small good things to balance. It's about focus.
Two days ago I was craving some nice dark chocolate, just a piece, a little bittersweetness. I came up to my room to go through my stash when I saw mom had put my mail on my bed with four little 60% chocolate bites :) Sixty percent is a little on the sweeter side for my taste but it fit because the moment was sweet too.
I've really been into sweet iced tea. I love tea in the winter but I never really drank it in the summer even tho I've always been a fan of iced tea. So I started making sun tea this week and I love it! It doesn't take much effort and I can control the sugar and it tastes amazing. Win, win, win. One drawback... Everyone else likes it too :p
I like swimming when it's super hot and you have air conditioning in like only two rooms of the house. I pretty much discovered this summer that I'm living 6 miles from the prettiest access to the river. I've lived here how long?! I really enjoy going down there now with some of the best girls ever!
Horseback riding is pretty much my life. It's my job, my hobby and my passion. Alone on a horse with the world open to exploration is the greatest feeling. I have solved so many problems while riding... Cleared my mind... And gotten stronger, it's unreal. So when I get to share that with someone and go riding together, I don't want anything more.
I couldn't sleep one night and I heard Skylee barking. She's been doing that at night a lot recently so I went downstairs to check it out. There was a huge black dog out there that has come around before and killed chickens. We chased him away but it amazed me that Sky would sit on the porch late at night, when she normally sleeps in the barn, just to guard us while we sleep.
Life had gotten me down recently; I was praying and asking God for strength to keep on. He always sends a peace even when I don't have the answers and it's always enough. His grace is sufficient IF you let it. It's so easy to block God out but I'm learning to draw on his strength. He has already conquered the world.
You can choose to focus on the good or the bad. You can choose to turn the bad into good or good to bad. It's however you want to live. Pulled down by the annoying little things in life or lifted up by the small beautiful occurrences in life.
It's also the small things that can do the most damage. The irritating habits or common frustrations that wear us down. But that's why we need the small good things to balance. It's about focus.
Two days ago I was craving some nice dark chocolate, just a piece, a little bittersweetness. I came up to my room to go through my stash when I saw mom had put my mail on my bed with four little 60% chocolate bites :) Sixty percent is a little on the sweeter side for my taste but it fit because the moment was sweet too.
I've really been into sweet iced tea. I love tea in the winter but I never really drank it in the summer even tho I've always been a fan of iced tea. So I started making sun tea this week and I love it! It doesn't take much effort and I can control the sugar and it tastes amazing. Win, win, win. One drawback... Everyone else likes it too :p
I like swimming when it's super hot and you have air conditioning in like only two rooms of the house. I pretty much discovered this summer that I'm living 6 miles from the prettiest access to the river. I've lived here how long?! I really enjoy going down there now with some of the best girls ever!
Horseback riding is pretty much my life. It's my job, my hobby and my passion. Alone on a horse with the world open to exploration is the greatest feeling. I have solved so many problems while riding... Cleared my mind... And gotten stronger, it's unreal. So when I get to share that with someone and go riding together, I don't want anything more.
I couldn't sleep one night and I heard Skylee barking. She's been doing that at night a lot recently so I went downstairs to check it out. There was a huge black dog out there that has come around before and killed chickens. We chased him away but it amazed me that Sky would sit on the porch late at night, when she normally sleeps in the barn, just to guard us while we sleep.
Life had gotten me down recently; I was praying and asking God for strength to keep on. He always sends a peace even when I don't have the answers and it's always enough. His grace is sufficient IF you let it. It's so easy to block God out but I'm learning to draw on his strength. He has already conquered the world.
You can choose to focus on the good or the bad. You can choose to turn the bad into good or good to bad. It's however you want to live. Pulled down by the annoying little things in life or lifted up by the small beautiful occurrences in life.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
For sale
Did I have to grow up and have to make the tough decisions?
So it was time to sell some horses, I don't ride all of them like I should and we have less hay for this winter due to the new additions to the family, namely calves. There's two horses that I don't ride, if at all so I put one up for sale this morning. She's already gone. I could have probably sold her four more times there was so much interest.
It makes me sad though, the dynamics of my herd will never be the same. My brood of horses that I have loved for so long is becoming smaller. I've had that little mare for 6 years and even though she drove me crazy at times and didn't respond to what I tried teaching her, she still had her place in my heart.
The horse closest to her was Fred. He is forever the gentleman, letting the lady go first, standing by her side when she was moody, looking out for her. The odd couple, he's my tallest horse and she was my shortest. He doesn't understand what's happened to her, where she went.
I wish I wouldn't have had to make that decision. The next one will be harder. Letting Fred go. Is this what it means to be an adult and be mature? I liked the carefree days of being the crazy horse lady.
Are all my blogs going to be sad? lol
So it was time to sell some horses, I don't ride all of them like I should and we have less hay for this winter due to the new additions to the family, namely calves. There's two horses that I don't ride, if at all so I put one up for sale this morning. She's already gone. I could have probably sold her four more times there was so much interest.
It makes me sad though, the dynamics of my herd will never be the same. My brood of horses that I have loved for so long is becoming smaller. I've had that little mare for 6 years and even though she drove me crazy at times and didn't respond to what I tried teaching her, she still had her place in my heart.
The horse closest to her was Fred. He is forever the gentleman, letting the lady go first, standing by her side when she was moody, looking out for her. The odd couple, he's my tallest horse and she was my shortest. He doesn't understand what's happened to her, where she went.
I wish I wouldn't have had to make that decision. The next one will be harder. Letting Fred go. Is this what it means to be an adult and be mature? I liked the carefree days of being the crazy horse lady.
Are all my blogs going to be sad? lol
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Ramblings from a single girl
As a little girl, I used to think how cool and fun it would be to live the life of a pretty single woman. To be the fun aunt who buys her nieces and nephews presents, the super daughter who has a relationship with her parents, the sweet sister who finds the time, the christian who has time to study and pray, the caring friend that can listen and the lover who has a gaggle of men following in her wake but not caring much for any of them.
I got my wish.
No I'm not quite "all that" but the idealistic life I thought would be a blast is not without it's own downfalls. But then what lifestyle isn't?
For the most part, I'm happy. Life is free and easy. I don't have to take care of anyone but myself unless I choose to. I set my own schedule, cook my own meals, ride horse whenever I want to and never share my dark chocolate. But there's still a deep hidden longing to care, nurture, protect, guide, love.
Hanging out with young couples and their kids is great! Play with the baby and then give it back :p
Swimming with Crystal and Bre was lots of fun, I've missed my nieces. It gave Crystal a chance to relax and me a chance to hold a tiny girls hand as we walked over rocks in the water and rode logs like they were horses. I could feel the weariness of the constant need and care of that little one but I also saw the love and trust she unconditionally gave back. Even when she face planted in the water after slipping off a log.
I have to trust that someday it will be my turn and I will join the ranks of married life and make a small mark on the world through my children. But for now it's time to enjoy the freedom single life offers, time to work on myself and be available to opportunities and open doors that I would otherwise have to turn down. Time to buy expensive clothes and shoes and saddles. Time to do the crazy, spontaneous things before I'm too old and mature ;) So here's to the single life I always wanted and now have. May it shape me and grow me and not last too much longer!
I got my wish.
No I'm not quite "all that" but the idealistic life I thought would be a blast is not without it's own downfalls. But then what lifestyle isn't?
For the most part, I'm happy. Life is free and easy. I don't have to take care of anyone but myself unless I choose to. I set my own schedule, cook my own meals, ride horse whenever I want to and never share my dark chocolate. But there's still a deep hidden longing to care, nurture, protect, guide, love.
Hanging out with young couples and their kids is great! Play with the baby and then give it back :p
Swimming with Crystal and Bre was lots of fun, I've missed my nieces. It gave Crystal a chance to relax and me a chance to hold a tiny girls hand as we walked over rocks in the water and rode logs like they were horses. I could feel the weariness of the constant need and care of that little one but I also saw the love and trust she unconditionally gave back. Even when she face planted in the water after slipping off a log.
I have to trust that someday it will be my turn and I will join the ranks of married life and make a small mark on the world through my children. But for now it's time to enjoy the freedom single life offers, time to work on myself and be available to opportunities and open doors that I would otherwise have to turn down. Time to buy expensive clothes and shoes and saddles. Time to do the crazy, spontaneous things before I'm too old and mature ;) So here's to the single life I always wanted and now have. May it shape me and grow me and not last too much longer!
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