Morning. Not stupid early, but not late morning, it’s 8:30am and your eyelids open after a solid, undisturbed 8 hour sleep. You smile to yourself, feeling that euphoric, passionate, life-is-good-because-God-is-good emotion that translates to excitement to spend time with Jesus. You know He’s going to […]
This morning was particularly special. Waking up leisurely, spending time in the Word convicted by the Lord and with time spent in prayer; awake to spend time baking while Mary’s worship music played and we caught up. I made a delicious recipe from my all-time […]
As you may have noticed, I took a Spirit-led leave of absence from the blog and am excited to be sitting down to write now. You will discover that the site is different, and, I hope, easier to navigate, though there are still some categories I’m cleaning up.
If you are new to the blog, here it is in a nutshell: because of the Lord Jesus Christ, I am free from years of an eating disorder, and He has laid on my heart a passion for helping to uproot lies the devil would have us believe in this world, particularly to do with food. I know how tricky he can be, and how good he is at disguising himself as the angel, but I now not only know, but because of His Truth and work, live in the fact that my life is His and He is my joy.
I am passionate about cooking God-created foods that not only fuel, but have one discovering taste buds within their palette they didn’t know existed. Thus, you’ll find some yummy recipes here too.
Today, I’m sharing my recipe for homemade chicken noodle soup.
The secret here is to make the stock from scratch, too, for out of this world flavour.
Chicken Noodle Soup
1 lb chicken, cut up from whole chicken
1 rib celery
1/4 onion, chopped
1 carrot, roughly chopped
2 cloves garlic
1/2 tsp bay leaves
1 tsp parsley
1 tsp Rosemary
1 tsp thyme
1 tsp salt
1 tsp pepper
6 cups water
200g thick noodles
1. Place all ingredients, except noodles, in a large pot and bring to a boil. Reduce heat, and simmer for at least one hour, skimming as necessary.
2. Cook noodles according to package; drain. Add noodles to soup. Allow to simmer on very low heat for at least an hour. Spoon into bowls to serve, sprinkled with cheese if desired.
In addition to sharing this recipe, I’m excited to share my favourite posh summer style trend: off-shoulder pencil dresses. I am wearing a black floral Le Chateau one to my boyfriend’s brother’s wedding, with a metallic pink nail and curls, and sombred hair. I’ll have an ensemble photo of that outfit to share next week!
And finally, as a closing update, I am sharing something the Lord has been doing to my heart, and that is an increased awareness of the fact that, while He will never depend on me to work and be who He is– that thought is laughable considering His power– for His Son to be revealed and working in my life, I have to be actively repenting, conversing, and seeking Him out. Listening and responding to conviction. When I pray that He leads me to sermon podcasts and the Word rather than procrastination or Netflix, He does– and I never regret it. I am not whatsoever saying Netflix is wrong– just that I am always happier and more joyful about 10 seconds in to a sermon than I am an hour into Netflix. I know HE fulfills my soul, teaches my heart, and tenderly loves me– and requires “true acknowledgement, and not just burnt offerings” (Hosea 2:6).
Sending love and prayers, and be sure to look out for coming regular blog posts.
Happy Easter my friends! Our Lord is risen, overcome the grave, forever. And by His grace, He offers a free gift of true life; why on earth would we not live in this each and every moment? I’m linking up with Naomi today for another Monday’s Musings! And we […]
Something that has so bothered me lately is how I used to feel I could glorify and worship God through working out. I loved running, I loved movement, I loved dance– until its only purpose became “how many calories am I burning?” I refuse now to work out when I know I am being tempted by the enemy, and have been able thus to do some workouts lately that I don’t know the calorie burn of and really just enjoy because they make me feel stronger.
Here are my top ten reasons to exercise– but nothing beyond short, light workouts for those in recovery– that don’t involve/have influence from the enemy.
Strength. Our bodies were built to move and do incredible things for the Lord’s purposes. To travel great distances, to stretch, to endure– it’s quite amazing what they’re capable of!
Betterment. Any type of genuine growth of the muscles is a good thing. Eating disorders often convince that muscle growth is not a good thing, but it certainly is a good thing because of course strength is a good thing! Any sort of betterment is for health and strength more fit for Christ’s purposes in us; and if working out causes one to be weaker , it is enemy-led.
Natural. I think that most exercise should be a natural movement rather than a planned workout sequence, which for many people can be destructive and meticulous. God didn’t intend for people to spend tons of time in the gym on set out routines. Playing sports or dancing; running or walking; lifting heavy things and working hard; for most people, this is just natural. But because we’ve become a people more acquired to spending hours on end just sitting, workouts for those who do not have that destructive/disordered past can certainly make sense.
Circuits. Right now, just when I feel like it, I like doing ab circuits. They give me more stamina and just make me feel genuinely good, not in a disorder-pleasing way but in a truly healthy way.
Dance. I love teaching dance and taking dance classes, both of which I’ve found I’m truly working for the Lord in praise and thanks for movement and my body.
Slow Runs. I have often been able to go for runs without checking my calorie burn, just listening to worship music or sermons and taking in the Creation and marvelling at my breath and His sighs.
Stamina. Being able to stay strong, endure obstacles, and push through physically– this is important. And has nothing to do with the aesthetics an eating disorder often likes to zone in on.
Untouchable. Exercise is something the enemy has no owner over in my life. I should this be able to exercise and rebuke any of his attempts to control it. I should also be able to not exercise and praise the Lord just as much.
Victory. The victory in beating personal records in exercise is one we can praise the Lord in– but when the enemy says, Your victory is in the calorie burn/whatever it may be, that is where we must lean on the Lord and know when to step back from working out.
Whew. HI! For food is for the stomach and the stomach for food, and God will destroy both one and the other. 1 CORINTHIANS 6:13 Last night I was brought to some of the most extensive and revealing prayer of my life. As God changed […]
I am confused as to where I am in this place of recovery from eating disorders. Whatever that word “recovery” means. I think that is very different in a worldly, doctorly context than it is in a Kingdomly one which is all I really care about. Maybe not so different.
Realistically, I talk a lot about these disorders as though I’m very sure but maybe I need to be vulnerable again and accept help. Maybe I don’t. Maybe I am in a good place. I have pretty good energy levels and feel mostly myself, and happy. It’s only in those periods when I’m not busy and am left in my own thoughts that I feel anxious or like breaking down.
What would you tell Kathryn?
Oh my word, Id tell her to accept the help. School can wait. She doesn’t want to spend another second, minute, year in this disorder.
But me, oh my brain thinks entirely differently on the terms of me. And in a way that’s selfless, and in another way that’s entirely selfish and almost prideful.
This disorder is not of my God.
My God has not forsaken me but saved me. Already. The victory is already won. In Him sin is put to death.
Praying on this very truth that is earth-shattering, I ate this delicious breakfast bowl this morning of all that I was craving. I had a really good, necessary chat with my mom. I ate beef and pasta today. I drank coffee with soy milk in it.
I also spent 6 hours on a killer essay that’s probs only worth about a 78, but we’ll hope for the best.
And I felt on my heart, in the midst of all of it, in the midst of waiting in the all-too-familiar doctor’s office today and in the anxiety I got when I talked to my mom about the disorder and in thinking about my beautiful friendship with Kathryn and what makes it beautiful– similar to my friendship with beautiful Sara Ryan, and with my cousins who suffer with anorexia– is that I can give the disorder power so easily even just in blogging about its existence. I certainly don’t think I shouldn’t talk about my struggles, but only insofar as they pertain to Christ’s forever and already-won victory.
This blog may look a bit different in terms of how personal it gets with the disorder, as in saying this I’ve felt some conviction in how much weight has been put on it. This is all good, as conviction is good for the Lord and so I’m so joyful about it! Continuing to pray on it and always welcoming discernment from others.
Maybe the fact that my mental and physical health is something I have no clarity on right now is proof in itself that I need to be vulnerable. To stop being “the expert” on this. To pause and breathe and die to trying and listen to my family, my friends, doctors, ultimately the Spirit so much that that is my only “action” for a time.
Do not merely listen to the word, and so deceive yourselves. Do what it says.
James 1:22 |
Posted late due to technical difficulties. Hi All! For one of my English classes, “The Fairy Tale,” I got to write a “spinoff” fairytale changing the moral and characters, and I wanted to share it on the blog– and there just so happen to be […]