Meal Planning & Jesus

When I first started this blog, it was supposed to be a tool to hold myself accountable for establishing healthy rhythms in my life and to share some of what I'm learning, etc. It worked for a bit, and then I got a new job at the Y, moved, and found it difficult to establish good habits while I was working that split shift - having to be at work so early, home later in the evening, and then to bed early. Could I have done it? Of course. But I didn't do it well.

Fast forward 9 months and here I am, establishing myself in MHK. I've figured out the basic rhythm of my job (whose hours vary week to week, but in a really good way. Case in point: It's 9am and I'm still home. Note: About 5 minutes after typing this I got called into work. I'm now finishing this over my lunch break!) and am starting to get into good routines.

I went to Wichita last week and it completely threw me off my game. Something I am learning about myself (and maybe this is true of most people?) is that if you take me out of my routine, I'm not going to naturally re-establish it. So Wichita was hard in some ways... but here are the highlights...

 I was in Wichita for a training teaching me how to lead the class prospective foster/adoptive parents take... they gave us stickers for participating and it made me way too happy. Also, coloring sheets.

 

 

By Wednesday night, I was so bored of sitting in my hotel room watching shows about gypsies on TLC, I just picked a direction and drove. My drive led me to a sign for a lake, so I turned down a gravel road and was rewarded with a gorgeous little lake, complete with ducks. It was nice to just sit on the shore and be quiet (while also looking over my shoulder every 10 seconds to make sure I was still alone. I need to stop watching crime shows, you guys). Jesus meets me in nature, every time I stop for long enough to notice it.

 

After Wichita, I went to KC. It was my first time back since I moved and it was great to see so many friends and of course my family.

 

Love these people more than words.

 

But I was so happy to get home to Manhattan. I need structure and rhythm in my life. When I don't have it, I get lazy and distracted. I get more selfish.

 

This week I am practicing structure through the art of meal planning. My co-workers go out to lunch every day and it is always a temptation to go with them, but neither my budget nor my goal to eat healthy could support that as an every day habit. I also despise packing lunches. So if I cook a few meals a week, it provides enough food and variety for bringing leftovers for lunch and eating dinner in the evening.

I know you're dying to know what I've made/am planning this week.

 

Sunday - Chicken, Sweet Potato, and Apple Skillet. It was delicious but if I make it again I think I will use chicken sausage instead of chicken breast.

 

Monday - Thai Turkey Meatballs. Baller ass, you guys. I will probably do a separate blog post with this recipe.

 

Tuesday - One Pan Salmon with Garlic-Lemon Butter and Roasted Veggies (I'm doing brussell sprouts, asparagus, and cherry tomatoes)

These three meals will be enough to feed me through the end of the week. Holla.

 

If you've made it through this whole post, I am impressed. It's probably my most boring one yet. But here's the thing:

 

I'm learning that the everyday, ordinary that happens in my life affects my spirit in a real and tangible way. That there is so distinction between the sacred and the secular. When I cook these meals, I find myself marveling at the spices, smells, colors, textures of all of these foods that God has given us. When I am doing the dishes with my hands covered in suds and music playing in the background, I am reminded to slow down, to follow through. I get to see the kitchen go from chaos to order and it reminds me of a God who is doing the same thing in my soul, drawing me closer to Him and making me more like my Jesus, healing my broken places and making me strong for the next battle.

 

Praise God for His faithfulness to us, for the lessons He teaches us in the places we least expect them. And who doesn't get mad at me for calling something baller ass.

 

Peace,

Emily





Lessons Learned in MHK

I've been living in Manhattan for a little over a month now. In what I think is a typical feeling, it feels both much longer and much shorter than that, but mostly it just feels right.

Jesus has been showing up a lot in the past month, teaching me and loving on me. I've felt his presence much closer than I have in probably over a year in this last month. Remember how I said in my last post I feel closer to God in Manhattan? It's true.

What have I been learning, you ask?

"Joy is the realest reality, the fullest life, and joy is always given, never grasped. God gives gifts and I give thanks and I unwrap the gift given: joy." - Ann Voskamp, One Thousand Gifts

"Let me hear joy and gladness; let the bones that you have broken rejoice." -Psalm 51:8

"O Lord, open my lips, and my mouth shall declare your praise." -Psalm 51:15

Joy. Praise. Thanksgiving.

Taking a walk alone and overflowing with thanksgiving and joy to Jesus for His goodness.

Those things have been a big theme for about 3 of the 4 1/2 weeks that I've been here. Then last week hit. It was one sad thing after another. Cases at work, co-workers stories of pain in their own lives or the lives of their families, and the news, you guys, the news last week. Tragedy after tragedy. I felt so incredibly burdened and despondent.

"Jesus, come back. Jesus, why? Why do you allow these things? Why do you allow this pain and this suffering? How can you ask me to engage it, to let myself feel it? It's too much. I can't carry it." This was my almost constant dialogue with the Lord, mixed with a decent amount of good ol' fashioned being pissed off. I was feeling so hopeless.

This is not an uncommon place for me to be in. Most of the time, I have to actively choose hope over despair, truth over doubt. It's without a doubt the biggest struggle in my relationship with God.

So that's where I was all week. Then on Thursday night I went to Ichthus with Kristin. I didn't really want to go - I felt weird about going back to a college ministry that I had been gone from for three years. But I went, and I'm so glad I did. John talked about exactly what I was wrestling with and preached the truth. That hope is real and it's already, but it's not fully here yet. We have to claim it. And we can't do it alone. We need the body. Oh man, it was exactly what I needed. I needed to be reminded of the resurrection power and of the bigger picture. Because, what's that saying? It's hard to see the forest through the trees? There's probably something more profound I could allude to, but just go with it. I get to bogged down in the everyday pain - and that pain is real. I don't want to ignore it or become numb to it; I think it's important to engage with it and wrestle with it. But I can't forget the bigger picture. I can't forget the hope. That Jesus actually lived and actually died and was actually resurrected. And the same power that resurrected Jesus from the dead lives in me. Today. Right now.

I will continue to fight this fight with despair and sometimes I'll be overcome a little bit. And that's when the body of Christ will be so vital to me - to give me a hand up and to remind me of the truth and the hope.

These are lyrics to a love song by the Avett Brothers, but I'd like to think they can be even bigger than that; that they can apply to me and the rest of the body:

"I hope that I don't sound too insane when I say
There is darkness all around us
I don't feel weak but I do need sometimes for her to protect me
And reconnect me to the beauty that I'm missing"

So, friends, when you see me flirting with hopelessness, please remind me. Remind me of the hope of the Gospel. That Jesus has already won the War and it is finished. That someday all things will be made right and the suffering and the pain will be a distant memory as we worship the King in the fullness of His glory. And until then, we get to claim the hope and we get to be His hands and feet to the broken, and the suffering, and the hopeless. We get to bring the resurrection power just a little bit nearer.

Happy Easter :)

Peace,
Emily

Return to the Promise Land (read: Manhattan, KS)

Can I say that I feel closer to God in Manhattan?

I moved here almost a month ago through a series of serendipitous events. Everything fell into place so seamlessly that not to move to Manhattan would have felt like the weirder decision.

Here's the story:

I had been feeling discontent with my job for various reasons and thinking that I would start looking for something new for the fall.

I was feeling a little stuck in KC. Nothing major, just unsure of what my purpose was there. I was starting to get an itch to go somewhere different. I'm 25, single, and there was nothing holding me there - why not venture a little further from the nest? I also didn't want to move across the country; the itch wasn't that big. So Manhattan came to mind. My sister lives here and will be here for the next few years in grad school. My dear friend Meg lives her and is expecting her first baby in August.

And, I mean, it's Manhattan. The Promised Land. The town that held so many memories of four years in college - laughter, heartache, growth, humility, mistakes - the whole deal.

I told a few of my close girlfriends that I was contemplating a change. Asked them to pray for me. That God would make clear what He wanted me to do. That I would have peace and direction.

That same night, I got online to see what types of jobs might be available in Manhattan, just to get an idea. I applied on a whim for a job at TFI Family Services for a Foster Care Worker.

They called me the next day to set up an interview. I scheduled phone interview for the following Tuesday. Tuesday rolled around and I was so nervous. More nervous than I've ever been for an interview in my life. I'm not trying to brag, but I nailed the interview. Nailed it. I felt so good afterward. But then they didn't call me for over a week. I started losing hope. I had butterflies in my stomach alldayeveryday. I called a week after the interview and asked for an update. She told me they were making the decision that day and to "hang tight". I got a call a few hours later and they offered me the job. I negotiated the salary a little (heyo!) and accepted the job, with a start date of just a little over two weeks from when I accepted.

The next couple of weeks were a straight up whirlwind.

First, I went to Waco to welcome my new baby nephew into the world and hang out with my other nephews and my sister-in-law and brother.

That was wonderful. I love those boys so much and it was great to have some time off work before I started a new job.

I got back to Kansas City on a Tuesday night, worked Wednesday and Thursday, packed Friday, and moved to Manhattan on Saturday, March 15.

The move went really well! My bestie, Laura Wetzel, drove my car and spent Saturday night and part of Sunday with me to help me get settled in. I am so thankful for her help. I think I would've been so much more overwhelmed if she hadn't come along.

Where am I living, you ask?
I moved in with a girl I had never met, but who came highly recommended by my sister and John Schwartz (Ichthus pastor and trusted friend). When someone comes with a John Schwartz seal of approval, you know their top notch. Katie and I talked on the phone twice before I moved in, but weirdly, neither of us were really worried about it. (When I say weirdly, I mean that I think that God's hand was so heavily involved in the whole thing that both of us just knew that it was going to be great.) And it has been great. She is wonderful. She is currently sitting across from me at a table at Arrow Coffee (my new favorite coffee shop in MHK).

I started my job the Monday after I moved in and have loved every minute of it. It's the best job I've ever had. I get to support foster families and advocate for foster kiddos. I'm so happy and finally feel like I'm doing what I was meant to do.

Can I say that I feel closer to God in Manhattan?

Because I do. I feel His presence closer to me. I feel this peace that I can't explain or describe. It's like I can breathe deeper. I sleep better.

I have a lot more to say about my time here so far, but this post is already way too long, so I'll just leave you here for now. But I'll be back soon. :)

Peace,
Emily