Follow the Star; Forget the Elf

Over on Serving Pink Lemonade, I discovered our latest Christmas tradition.  (Is it a tradition yet, if you've only done it for a week or so?  You decide.)  I've seen people do the whole, elaborate Elf on the Shelf repertoire.  That's a lot of work to reinforce something that isn't real. 

I was encouraged by Large Families on Purpose, to do whatever I can to keep the meaning of Christmas at the forefront for our family. 

 

Christmas is about the coming of a Savior who would change all time.  Jesus changed our relationship with God forever.  We are no longer distant, afar off.  Because of Him, we can come boldly to the throne of the Father God.  Jesus' coming revolutionized life for all peoples.  He defied death and righted the wrong that Adam set in motion long before.  So, yes, presents and trees and hot chocolate and cookies are as pale as a black and white rendering held beside the full-color, real-life scenery of an exquisite tropical place. 



When we start our Christmas decorating, we set up the Nativity scene first.  The Blossoms delight in collecting shepherds from Thrift Stores, Wal-mart and the like.  (We own three more shepherds that are not pictured in this 2013 version of our Nativity scene.) 

The wise men are set up afar off, in the eastern direction.  (The Bible outlines three gifts, not necessarily only three wise men.  We imagine an elaborate and ornate caravan coming to find the Christ child.)  And, Jesus is placed in the manger first thing Christmas morning in conjunction with our reading of the Christmas story. 

(You know our Blossoms well if you realize why they are adamant that chickens be in the manger scene.)

I am so thrilled with this new aspect of our season of celebrating.  Blossom2 lovingly crafted an intricate star.  Mommy's job is to remember to move the star to another spot in the house each night.  They scream and squeal in delight when they discover the star sometime the next morning.  Hastily, they journey the wise men to that location. 



On Christmas morning, the star will be over the manger and the wise men will finish their journey at the eastern end of the mantle, symbolizing the wise men coming to the Christ child's side.



It has been such a terrific daily reminder that this season is about Jesus' coming.  And, it vividly illustrates the wise men's earnest seeking of the Christ child.  This new traditiona has been very meaningful for all of us. 

I urge you to construct your traditions around the true meaning of Christmas. 

Tis the Season for Chocolate Chip Coffee Cake

'Tis the season for special breakfasts and Christmas company!

This special (and versatile) coffee cake is perfect for the season.



I whipped up this coffee cake one morning as a take on Allrecipes.com's To Die For Blueberry Muffins, which had been shared with me by a homeschooling friend. 



It came together beautifully on the first try and had the Blossoms begging for more.  Frankly, they can consume a 13x9 in less than 24 hours.  I know your Christmas company will enjoy it too.

 

Chocolate Chip Coffee Cake

makes a 13x9 inch pan

 

Coffee Cake Ingredients:

3 cups Flour

1 1/2 cups White Sugar

1 teaspoon Salt

1 Tablespoon Baking Powder

2/3 cup Plain Unsweetened Applesauce (or Vegetable Oil)

2 Eggs

2/3 cup Milk

1 cup Mini Chocolate Chips, tossed in 1 Tablespoon Flour (or Blueberries!)

 

Topping Ingredients:

1/2 cup White Sugar

1/3 cup Flour

1/4 cup Butter, cubed

1 1/2 teaspoons Ground Cinnamon

 

Directions:

1.      Preheat oven to 400 degrees. 

2.      Grease a 13x9 pan.

3.      For coffee cake, combine flour, sugar, salt and baking powder.

4.      In a glass liquid measuring cup, place applesauce.  Add egg and enough milk to reach the two cup mark.  Mix well.

5.      Gently stir into flour mixture, being careful not to over-mix.

6.      Fold in chocolate chips.

7.      Prepare topping by cutting sugar, flour, butter and cinnamon together with a fork.

8.      Sprinkle over coffee cake and bake until a toothpick inserted in the center comes out clean,  approximately 30 minutes.

 

Download the free printable here.



Happy baking,

Dominique





Friday frostiness

Something about frost (and snow), makes me want to slow down.

It must be the wintertime equivalent of stopping and smelling the roses. 

This has been a tremendous week of sharing, encouraging and being challenged in my walk with God here in our little home.  It's come through various sources and outlets - the older women of our church, my friend Jessica, my sister and others too.  It's been beautiful and real and good and amazing and it makes me long for more.  It's made me realize that God planned that we'd need fellowship, that we'd need iron sharpening iron. 

It takes a little something extra though...

If only we'd stop and listen to each other more often.  If only we take that extra moment to ask a tough question or a genuine question.  If only we'd take that extra step of friendship and share something real and something heartfelt from our own lives.  If only we'd humble ourselves and meekly open up.  It's takes a little bit more.

God is helping me to grow in this area.  I know He will lead you, as well.

Not a day without a line

Journaling has been important to me for a long, long time.  Now, as you well know, my life has defined seasons.  In some seasons, I journal more than others.  Journaling factors in some way to most seasons of my life though. 

I've found that journaling helps me to process my thoughts and truly think through what God is saying to me.  When I don't journal, very little of what I read in the Word assimilates into my life.  I find that when I write about what God is saying to me, the thoughts develop.  They grow.  When I take the time to write them down, one or two little thoughts blossom into something bigger God wants to do in me.  Writing those thoughts causes me to explore them, to ask more questions, to process, to muse, to meditate, to mull and to really listen.

There's a Latin saying,

"Nulla dies sine linea."

 It actually means, "Not a day without a line drawn," referring to an artist drawing something every day.   I like the challenge in that ~ taking the regular time to just write something, just one thought, each day. To a busy mom who finds herself numbed by the grinding of daily life, just to write one thought each day would be quite an exercise, a real stretch outside our "What are we making for dinner" and "Where do the kids need to be next" thoughts. 

When the numbing of the Mommy Mundane happens, we need to wade through it and still find that precious place of a life-giving time with God. 

Read the Word.  Think about it.  Commune with God.  Ask and listen.  Write down one thought.  One thing that struck us.  One way we feel convicted.  One attitude we feel the Lord is dealing with.  One request we bring to the Throne of grace.  One desire in our walk with God.  Just one thought.  A small thought.  A seemingly insignificant thought.  Just one thought.
This helps us to open our hearts more to the sanctifying work of the Holy Spirit (meaning, the process of making us more holy).  It paves a way for God to work in those words we read, the thoughts we think, the nudges we feel.  And, God can take it from there. 

Just one thought.  Not a day without a line.  Not a day without one thought written.

the Tender Mundane

So much about my life can be mundane.  Most moms I know can relate.  We wash the same dishes over and over again.  We launder the same clothes repeatedly.  We wipe the same faces.  We cook the same food.  Heck, we read the same books relentlessly (albeit, possibly through gritted teeth).  We say the same things like a broken record.  It can be mundane. 

But, is mundane bad?  And, can we still do the mundane in a way that pleases God? 

Ephesians 4:32 commands us to be kind and tender-hearted... 

I've been meditating on doing the mundane in such a way that it clearly communicates love. 



A tender heart is displayed in tender actions, even if they are tender mundane actions.  Maybe what got me thinking about it is when I recently gently wiped Blossom4's face before bed the other night.  She commented on it to the effect that it was loving and she recognized it.  I don't even remember what she said; I could just tell that she unmistakably read the love in my gesture.  It spoke to my heart in a way that has stuck with me throughout this week. 



I get busy-ness.  Really, I do.  Being busy makes me rough and hurried as I wipe faces, yank shirts over little heads and go about other such "mundane" tasks.  (Might I add the little thought that gets me every time, "Whatever I do unto the least of these, I do to Jesus.") 

I CAN communicate love in those little tasks.  It is the tender mundane.  God has worked in my heart to make it tender and I believe it will come out in my actions toward the Blossoms in our house. 


(Blossom4 is purposely not photographed in the above picture because she decided to decorate the tree in only her panties. 
Clearly that is not blog-worthy attire. :)

Never think that the mundane of your life is meaningless.  I challenge you to make it tender, to communicate the love of Christ to your children in the little gestures.  They can read our gestures - think about what your gestures are saying. 

"I'm too busy." 

"I don't have time for you." 

"I don't care about how this makes you feel." 

"You're driving me crazy." 

or do they say, "I love you and Christ loves you." 

 

The amazing power and love of God is communicated in the tender mundane. 

I feel called to a higher plane in my dealings with the people (yes, PEOPLE) of my family this week. 

Is my mundane tender?