The wish list balancing game (Prayer devotional for the week of Dec. 11)

Gift giving can be a tricky endeavor. We don’t want to spend too much money, but we want to find gifts that are meaningful and personal. We don’t want to spoil the kids, but we want to give them treats because we remember how much fun we had opening presents as children. We want to bask in the twinkling lights and all of the sights and sounds of the season but not forget the Reason we celebrate. It’s a balance; don’t you think?

I appreciate hearing the kids pray as they take turns before bedtime and ask God for things like helping us all not be greedy and thanking him for sending Jesus. Yet, on the same token, they have written extensive wish lists asking for everything from snow to a pet owl (alas, Hedwig) to a grappling hook (thank you, G-Force).

How do we find balance – and, better yet – how do we instill that balance in our kids?

The famous ask-seek-knock passage of Luke 11 lends some insight to this question. Jesus asked his followers a few questions that seemed like no-brainers: If your son asks for a fish, would you give him a snake? If he asks for an egg, would you give him a scorpion? In modern-day terms, perhaps we could say that if your son asks for an mp3 player, would you give him a table saw? Of course not! We want to give our kids gifts that are age-appropriate and reasonable.

Jesus continued the analogy by explaining that if we (despite our sinful nature) know how to shower our children with good presents, how much MORE will our heavenly Father (who is perfect) be willing to give us his Holy Spirit. He doesn’t offer the Holy Spirit because we’ve written it down on a wish list. Nor does he offer his Spirit because we saw a commercial for it and won’t quit begging him for it. He offers his Spirit because it is part of himself—his forgiveness, his grace, his mercy, his comfort—that he willingly and lovingly gives to us.

We find balance when we remember that giving of ourselves is more important than anything we could wrap and place under the tree.

Foodie Friday: Tofu

I may have had tofu a couple of times in college, but it wasn’t until I actually went to China that I realized the delicious variety of this vegetarian staple. Granted, I’m not a vegetarian, but I do love tofu.

Here are several of my favorite ways to have this versatile soybean treat:

Stir-fry. Simple as that, y’all – tofu is chockfull of protein and makes an excellent meat substitute (or supplement) in any stir-fry dish. The ol’ stand-by, soy sauce, is good, but I also like oyster sauce. (Gotta go easy on it, though, b/c it does contain some sugar.)

Soups. Tofu is excellent in soups, as it doesn’t break down much and makes a hearty protein ingredient. The traditional Vietnamese “Pho” soup is particularly wonderful with tofu.

Do Jiang. The Chinese pronounce tofu with a “d” sound at the beginning: dough-foo. Do Jiang is a breakfast drink that is hearty and delicious. I have not found it stateside since I visited an Asian grocery store in Dallas, but it is tops on my list for the next time I visit a metropolitan Chinatown. It is thick and creamy like a smoothie and oh-so-good.

Dofu Nao. From what I can tell, this dish is served two ways: savory and sweet. I’ve only ever had it sweet, as a breakfast dish. There were street vendors in the town where I lived in China who would sell slices of hot tofu from a slab in their kiln (best word to describe the street oven, I think) and smother it in something like syrup. Heavenly!! I’ve tried my best to duplicate this dish with warm tofu, syrup and Splenda, and it’s not bad, but it’s just not quite the same. One of these days, I will figure out the traditional recipe.

Noodles. I have not perfected this technique, but if you use “firm” tofu and slice it in fettuccine-size slivers, it can make a good noodle substitute. Tofu tends to take on the flavor of the sauce/spices used, and it has the same consistency as pasta.

You don’t have to be a vegetarian to enjoy tofu. Give it a try!

Flora therapy

I’ve been teasing (ok, only half-joking) about being in solitary confinement these past nine weeks (but who’s counting, right?!), since the other three colleagues in my suite were relocated to other offices. The truth is, I have a lovely office and would be happy to stay put, but I do miss having people to talk to … or to bless me when I sneeze. I have a feeling that I’ll be relocating to a drab cubicle in the not-too-distant future, but like everything else, that, too, can change, so I’m not going to fret about it.

My office gets a lot of natural light, and I have a lovely view. I also have managed to keep several plants alive (which is no small feat, if you know me well). I have decided that when occasions arise, like funerals, where giving flowers or a plant would be appropriate, I will opt for a live plant whenever possible.These that were given to me as gifts have continued to bring me joy years later.

I received this peace plant (a much, much smaller version of it) when my brother died, and it has received more compliments from folks than pictures of my kids! I’ve already repotted it once, and it could stand to be in an even larger pot now. I water it from the bottom tray, and that really seems to help it thrive.

I also have more lovely plants by my window. The large one (I forget what it is called) needs its leaves dusted, but it’s still lovely. That’s my brother’s super-zoomed-in face in front of it — sometimes I just like to look at the twinkle in his eyes.  I’m thinking of repotting this into a larger container and tying a pretty ribbon around the stalks to hold them upright and add a little color.

The geranium is funky; at one point, one stalk grew halfway up my window in a straight shoot!  I tried pruning it and rooting it to share with a friend (and to keep the pot from toppling over). It rooted well but didn’t take when they repotted it at home. I love the butterfly picks; they make me happy. I think I will try repotting this one into a bigger container, also; it seems a little crowded.

Welcome to my office!

Writing Wednesday: Sheet music

Do you read music? I took one music appreciation class for a required “art” elective in college and learned the basics, which I promptly forgot. I also took guitar lessons for a while and learned a few chords. I know that when the notes go up, the music is higher (and down, vice versa, LOL), but all in all, I do not know how to read (much less write) music.

For that reason, it amazes me to hear the boys playing instruments. Just this morning, No. 4 allowed No. 3 to sit on the bench with him while he played piano, and I overheard No. 3 remind him, “Don’t forget to press A & G together,” and I thought how cool it was that the 7yo understood, while his *cough, cough*-year-old mom didn’t.

(Speaking of *cough-cough*-years-old, if the expected lifespan of my demographic is 80.5, then “middle-aged” is only 40!)

In addition to taking shop classes and learning more about mechanics, plumbing and IT (for practical purposes, not necessarily a career), I would have paid more attention to learning to read music.

Football fun

In retrospect, I think I would have gotten a lot more out of being in Colorguard in high school if I’d had a clue about football. I had a couple of guy friends who played on the team, but I could scarcely follow the ball, much less understand what plays or penalties were being called.

Sic 'em, Bears!

I still don’t know a whole lot about plays and penalties, but I’m getting better as an avid fan of the Baylor Bears!Even my 10-1/2 and 12yos understand various technical aspects of the game, so I have to keep up with the boys!

I wanted to show you this super cute t-shirt that my mom gave me. She said it reminded her of my blog! 😉