Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Hooked on Fishing

Yesterday, I saw this tweet from @Jeffersonbethke
[...] Ladies, stop using your bodies to manipulate dude's emotions & actions. Your bodies are holy, they're not fish hooks.
At first I read it and I was said a hearty, "Amen!" and went on with my day.

Now, I am not at all the kind of girl who parades around town in a short skirt and halter top. I'm not the type of girl who dresses up just around men. I'm not even the type of girl who openly flirts with guys. Because my Momma raised me right - with the understanding that a lady doesn't flaunt it all. I could give you a string of sayings that I've heard growing up about not giving the milk away with the bath water or something like that, but I'll spare you my colloquialisms. At first, I didn't really think that tweet applied to me, but it was definitely something that I needed to share with a few friends. You know, sometimes the Lord shows us something convicting so we can share it with the appropriate person, right?

Seriously though, later that evening when it popped up on my Twitter Home Page again, I realized that maybe it did apply to me. Maybe there were times that I said things to get a positive response from a guy. Maybe I did wear just the right color in order to catch a man's attention. Maybe I did put on that one specific dress for church on Sunday in hopes that a gentleman would notice. And are these things wrong? Honestly, I think not. I think God has given women certain gifts for a reason. It's when we forget that our bodies are holy, and we start using them just to get noticed, that we begin stepping in places we shouldn't be stepping.

I love the following quote from Elisabeth Elliot in response to a woman asking the question, "What can I do to get him to notice me?"
“My answer is ‘nothing.’ That is, nothing toward the man. Don’t call him. Don’t write a little note with a smiley face or a flower or fish under the signature and put it in his campus mailbox. Don’t slide up to him in the hall and gasp, ‘I’ve just got to talk to you!’ Don’t look woebegone, don’t ignore him, don’t pursue him, don’t do him favors, don’t talk about him to nine carefully selected listeners.”
There is one thing you can do: turn the whole business over to God. If he’s the man God has for you, ‘…No good thing will He withhold from them that walk uprightly’ (Ps. 84:11). Direct your energies to obedience, not to nailing the man. God has His own methods of getting the two of you together. He doesn’t need any help or advice from you.  The word nothing is a little dose of reality that will help you constantly check your motives whenever relating to a guy. This is not saying you can’t do nice things for a man; it is simply a warning to check your motives.
Don't get me wrong. I think there are appropriate times to encourage a man in his pursuit, but it's so easy to get caught up in the flirting games. We all want that one person to find us, cherish us, and love us for a lifetime. I all too often put that desire before my desire to honor the Lord, so I do what I can with what I have to try to push my agenda. But here's the thing: God made me a woman. He gave me my hazel eyes for a reason. He blessed me with red hair for a reason. He specifically formed me for a reason. And I can tell you right now that the reason isn't solely to gain attention from the opposite sex, but it shows how much He loves me to pay so much attention to my details.

All of this is to say, that I want to encourage each of you to remember that you are not a fish hook. You are a treasured and cherished daughter of God. And don't you dare forget that, "Charm is deceptive & beauty is fleeting, but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised!" - Proverbs 31:30

:j

Saturday, May 26, 2012

Curt & Liz

My Memorial Day weekend started off by shooting my friend's wedding. Liz and Curt had a beautiful ceremony by the lake and then topped the day off with a huge reception full of dancing and fun. I'm so grateful that I got to be part of their day.



Oh, and now that it is summer, I hope to be back to blogging because I know cousin Tracy is sittin' down in Arkansas just waiting for a new post.
:j

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Happy Pi Day!

Today is the 14th day of March, therefore the date is 3.14, therefore it is Pi day, therefore I have an excuse to make pie.

This afternoon I whipped up a Nutella Oreo Pie. Also known as a NOP. You've never head of a NOP? Well to be quite honest, I hadn't either until this afternoon when I looked in my fridge and noticed that I had some cream cheese that needed to be used. And it wasn't any cream cheese, it was Panera Hazelnut Cream Cheese.


And you know what else I had in my pantry that had hazelnut? Nutella. And that is how the NOP was born. I almost named it Orella Pie but I was afraid people would mispronounce it.  In order to get the O in NOP, I needed an Oreo pie crust, so I ran walked up to Price Chopper to get one.

I'm going to take a quick minute to tell you about my experience on the way to the grocery store today, so if you are more concerned about the pie, skip the following paragraph. If however, you care about my life and death experiences, please read on.

 I live about a mile from the grocery store, and the weather is perfect, and my car is in the shop, so I decided to walk. I would ride my bike, but the back tire is broken, and I don't have anyone around to fix it for me, so I have to depend on my legs. (That is a plea for help should there be a handsome, single man near my age who just so happens to be able to fix tires and wouldn't mind being paid with NOP. It wouldn't hurt if he could also fix cars that make funny grinding noises as they turn.) Anyway, to get to the store, I take a short cut over a ravine (read drainage ditch) on a stone wall. So I'm balancing along this stone wall, and there in front of me is a garden snake. I startle easily, and so I jumped, but thankfully I have the reflexes of a cat and was able to maintain my balance without falling. This in turn scared the snake, so that it slithered away into the wall, and I was able to go forward in peace. I told Momma about the 4 foot snake that tried to attack me, and her reply was that garden snakes are usually only about a foot and a half long. So I can only conclude that this snake was the Shaquille O'Neal of snakes, or that my fright makes me exaggerate.

On to the pie. Here's what you need....

1 Oreo Pie Crust
8 oz of cream cheese
3/4 cup of Nutella
Splash of Vanilla
12 oz whipped topping
Oreos for garnishing (which leaves plenty of Oreos for eating, so be sure to get the Double Stuff)

First, mix the cream cheese & Nutella

Beat it really fast to incorporate as much air as possible.


Add in about 8 oz of whipped cream. (Leave enough to cover the pie at the end.)

And throw in a splash of vanilla because vanilla makes all baked things better.
 Pour mixture into pie crust.


Cover with remaining whipped topping, and add an Oreo garnish for good measure.

Refrigerate for a while, and then enjoy!

:j