this week’s humpday jaunt was to our favorite, the farm at agritopia. i know that our nice weather days are numbered and even though it was in the nineties, there was a nice breeze happening and we decided to brave it and grab some uprooted kitchen plus a nice spot in the shade. perfect.
gosh, we have been doing the agritopia thing for two and a half years now. it holds such a special place in our collective heart. and the food from our friends at uprooted holds a special place in our bellies. the farm is going through an exciting season of change. and gosh, so are we. at one point during dinner, i found myself so overwhelmed by it all. here we were, our little family. our “baby” getting his first full plate of uprooted food. our kids splitting a meal. elinor sipping on her requested “farkling water”. i remember strolling the grounds when she was just a bitty thing in the sling. and now, she was carrying on a conversation with us while we ate.
the farmstand and food trucks buzz has settled and the farm is more calm on wednesday nights, but it is also humming with an energy of AMAZING projects that are taking shape. this farm is coming into its own. finding its groove. growing up. and i couldn’t help but be struck by the similarities between our beloved agritopia and our family. we aren’t in that “everything feels fresh and new” season of life anymore. we aren’t newlyweds or brand new parents. we feel a little more seasoned, a little more settled. there is a strange sense of ease to our life right now. a good groove, in spite of the unknown that we are experiencing. and while there will always be breezes or gusts of change, we feel more rooted and prepared to sway along with them.
our little friend the food truck has only six more weeks operating as such. very soon, the uprooted kitchen will plant its roots in agritopia’s new craftsmen community, barnone. and we are SO EXCITED for them and for the other creatives and crafters and cooks and cool people to be featured there. so while there is a ton of change coming and lots of work to do, the change/work, oddly enough, is making things feel more settled and secure.
and golly gracious, isn’t that just how i am feeling right now. life decisions and big shifts and lots of work on the horizon. new seasons. ch-ch-ch-changes. and yet, a feeling of coming into our own. hopefulness. serenity. God is moving. moving in our hearts and minds. moving things into alignment. reminders of his provision. moments of clarity. clear providential blessings and not-so-happenstance occurrences that show me he is on his throne. he is working. his timing is perfect. and that our faithfulness will never be in vain. he is a good God. and even when it seems like he is taking away or plucking us from something or yanking us out by the roots, perhaps it is because he has accomplished what he set out to accomplish in us and through us, in that particular place. perhaps we have outgrown our little pot. perhaps we need an infusion of fresh soil. perhaps he has a bigger and better place in mind. a place where our roots can dig deep. a place where we can bloom. a place where we can yield more fruit and be a blessing to others.
so here’s to the growth process. here’s to change. here’s to finding our roots. here’s to flourishing. may we continue to walk in the light. may we be faithful. may we have hearts of gratitude. may we look for ways to benefit others.
when your afternoon is busy-busy and everyone is ready to just chill and enjoy some food together, we usually go for a nice home-cooked meal. sitting down at our table. discussing the day while we nibble away. BUT, there are also days when your afternoon is busy-busy and everyone is ready to just chill and enjoy some food together buuuuuut there may be dirty dishes in the sink and it’s 90 degrees and the last thing you want to do is tackle dishes and then cook dinner… on night’s like those, we take the show on the road.
yesterday was one of those days. and instead of our regular uprooted kitchen (hello, wednesday night!) we thought ChopShop would be a nice change of pace. it turned out to be a solid choice (as ChopShop always is).
we ordered a protein bowl and a sandwich and a chicken cheese crisp… plus an extra side of sweet potato kale hash for ridley to have all to himself. we figured we could share our meals with him but with the way this kid pounds the food, it is good to have a backup (and it was gobbled up so, smart move).
after dinner we grabbed some cookies to enjoy at home and strolled around downtown chandler for a spell.
and on a slightly schmaltzy mama note: this girl of ours. she has been looking and acting like such a little lady, lately. growing and maturing and learning and changing more each day. she constantly impresses and surprises and frustrates and delights me. i love her perspective. her personality. her intelligence. her empathy. her enthusiasm. her sense of humor. it is my honor to be her mother. to have the great challenge of raising her up in the discipline and instruction of the Lord. training her. encouraging her. pointing her to Jesus. breaking her will while nurturing her spirit. it is my pleasure, indeed. loving her unconditionally. i know that, for many reasons, i won’t always be able to pick her up and fling her over my head. but i did it last night. and she giggled in return. and i will do it for as long as i am able and for as long as she will allow. the end.
he changes times and seasons; he removes kings and sets up kings; he gives wisdom to the wise and knowledge to those who have understanding. / daniel 2:21
and let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up. / galatians 6:9
he said to them, “it is not for you to know times or seasons that the father has fixed by his own authority. / acts 1:7
the eyes of all look to you, and you give them their food in due season. / psalm 145:15
for everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing. / ecclesiastes 3:1-22
he made the moon to mark the seasons; the sun knows its time for setting. / psalm 104:19
sow for yourselves righteousness; reap steadfast love; break up your fallow ground, for it is the time to seek the Lord, that he may come and rain righteousness upon you. / hosea 10:12
for behold, the winter is past; the rain is over and gone. the flowers appear on the earth, the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land. the fig tree ripens its figs, and the vines are in blossom; they give forth fragrance. / song of solomon 2:11-13
for as the rain and the snow come down from heaven and do not return there but water the earth, making it bring forth and sprout, giving seed to the sower and bread to the eater, so shall my word be that goes out from my mouth; it shall not return to me empty, but it shall accomplish that which i purpose, and shall succeed in the thing for which i sent it. / isaiah 55:10-11
he is like a tree planted by streams of water that yields its fruit in its season, and its leaf does not wither. in all that he does, he prospers. / psalm 1:3
from the fig tree learn its lesson: as soon as its branch becomes tender and puts out its leaves, you know that summer is near. / matthew 24:32
preach the word; be ready in season and out of season; reprove, rebuke, and exhort, with complete patience and teaching. / 2 timothy 4:2
p.s. that last one is a little throwback action in honor of throwback thursday. it is one of my faves.
lots of tasty stuff there, right? i have been fixated on the concept of nourishment of late. actually, i think that word is a bit of a theme for our year.
paying special attention to feeding my body what it needs and what it wants. eating for health and eating for pleasure. balance. drinking wine and celebratory libations but sipping green juice and smoothies too. eating chocolate and pastries when my heart wants it but feasting on vibrant veg when my body needs it. moving. staying still. feasting. fasting. lemon water. frothy coffee. brave and bold and spontaneous. but also measured and quiet and patient.
i know that i cannot live on clean foods alone. it can’t all be about discipline or restriction. life needs some fun and indulgence. kale and butter. superfoods and comfort foods. salad and pizza.
and as i ponder this concept as it relates to food, my mind wanders to other areas of life. and i wonder: am i truly finding nourishment? following my passions. exploring new paths. examining the nooks and crannies of my mind. chasing my dreams. scheduling and ordering and balancing. am i numbering my days, that i may obtain a heart of wisdom (pslam 90:12)? am i feasting on the goodness of the Lord? am i indulging in the richness of His Word? am i sucking up the marrow? am i enjoying this moment, hour, day, week, month? am i savoring? i know that i am full in Christ…but how does that inform my day?
do i have a spiritual eating disorder? do i have dysmorphia when it comes to my spiritual body? am i binging on junk? am i not eating enough heavenly manna? am i starving myself?
as a person, a wife, a mother, a friend, a daughter, a worker, a whatever i am; it is crucial that i am properly fed. i need nourishing fuel. i need to be full so that i can pour into others. quantity of nourishment matters, and so does quality. an anemic life is no life at all. moreover, am i nourishing others? my relationships. my marriage. my children. do i bring value and blessing and pleasure and enjoyment and fullness and satisfaction to these important areas of life – to these people in my life? or am i stingy with my portions?
i have been thinking about this A LOT as it relates to my relationship with my children (i feel old and weird every single time i type or say that, by the way). as a parent, i am commanded to provide for the needs of my little ones. i am to “nourish” and “nurture” them. meeting their physical needs while also meeting their emotional and spiritual needs. educating them, disciplining them, supporting them, bringing them up in the fear of the Lord. i am to provide nourishment of all sorts for them. sometimes that looks like a morning plant-powered protein shake. sometimes that looks like enjoying a big cookie together. sometimes that looks like running around outside. sometimes that looks like taking a nap. sometimes it is applying a band-aid. sometimes it is telling them to collect themselves and get back on the horse. sometimes it is a stern look. sometimes it is delicate instruction. sometimes it is another warning or reminder. sometimes it is a spanking. sometimes it is forceful words. sometimes it is a forceful hug. sometimes it is rowdy play. sometimes it is quiet reading. sometimes it is encouraging their childlike wonder and questions. sometimes it is reigning them in.
life. it’s not for the faint of heart. twists and turns. muck and mire. tough stuff and total bliss. deep caverns and majestic mountaintops.
i am so grateful that life and relationships and even, ourselves, are not simplistic. i love the complexity of it all. i love that God created us to be complicated and interesting beings. multifaceted. and may i be mindful of this and live a rich life. filled to overflowing by my extravagant Savior.
not to freak anyone out, but thanksgiving is TWO WEEKS FROM TODAY. that happened fast, didn’t it? i feel like we were just having a super premature discussion about the holiday season and now…it is here. i mean, we are putting the tree up this weekend sooooooo… it’s getting real, people.
i just love this time of year. i know it is cliche. i know i say it every year. but that’s just how it is. it’s the most wonderful time of the year! the best weather and food and activities and all-around feeling. and so, i give you a post dedicated to some of the seasonal things that have been going on around here. enjoy!
sabbath supper. sunday afternoons are for bread baking and during the chilly months, soup making. give me all the soup. ben has been creating some tasty pots of goodness for the last month or so because soup/stew/chili is the very best on a sunday evening AND even better the next day (yes to leftovers that taste even better than the original am i right?). however, there is one recipe that he has been saving until thing got truly chilly. soup is delicious when it is 80 degrees in october but it is perfect when it is 65 degrees in november. and when the temps did a for real drop last week, ben busted out his smoky stout sweet potato chili. this scrumptious bowl has all the deliciousness of your standard veggie chili but he adds some stout and cacao for extra richness. this stuff is replete with nourishing ingredients and it is definitely one of my favorites.
a morning dog pile with cracked windows and coffee and devotional books and slippers and blankets and footie pajamas. everyone cuddles up after ridley eats for some quiet snuggle time. we read and chat while ridley bellows and squawks and chews and drools and blows bubbles. and the buddies burrow to stay warm.
some weeknight sustenance. sprouted grain penne with a dreamy-creamy purée of roasted spiced pumpkin, topped with sautéed balsamic kale with garlic and onions.
festive argyle sweater + wool pencil skirt + metallic flats. not pictured: a burgundy lip and librarian frames. this time of year is all about the school marm chic. and, give me all the sweaters!
one of my favorite spots on my morning run. it’s nothing fancy, it’s actually a barren spot next to a highway ramp. but i love it. it’s quiet. abandoned. open. the perfect place to stop for a quick stretch before i turn to head home. and there is the most magnificent watercolor light against the mountainscape. this place, in all its unassuming glory, serves as a gentle reminder for me to pause and give thanks. in the obvious moments and the unremarkable places. in the pivot points of life. in the serene. in the splendid. in the stressful. in all things. in all places. give thanks. it makes me think of king david’s song for sabbath (psalm 92): “it is good to give thanks to the Lord, to sing praises to your name, O Most High; to declare your steadfast love in the morning, and your faithfulness by night. for you, O Lord, have made me glad by your work; at the works of your hands i sing for joy.”
this jolly little man. sporting sparkling eyes and a festive bum. pretty sure he is working on mastering the art of crawling so he can make his way to the presents on christmas morning… i can’t believe this newborn of ours will be six months old for christmas.