I am a 20-something year old, a wife, a mom, a friend, an adventurist, an optimist, a creator, a musician, an artist and a dreamer. I love God, and I love the potential I see in people. Maybe I can inspire that potential in you and bring about some smiles along the way. What I don't want this space to be is a place where I reap glorification. The only reason I have the ability to do the things I do is because of The Creator. Understand that I will probably make many mistakes and might fail a time or two. But I am ok with that, and hopefully you will be too.
Remember in college when your bank account would sometimes get down to .27 cents?
Well the ole Webb piggy bank isn’t too far off from that. Since Daniel started his new job, the couple of transition pay checks from last job and new job have SUCKED, which is to be expected. Nothing new, and we get by. Can’t say that I’m not excited about tomorrow being pay day though.
Anyways, we ran out of bread yesterday morning, and I was trying to figure out how I was going to obtain some more. I googled “bread”, and then clicked on the first recipe. “Beginners Bread Recipe”, is what it was called. We’re talking Home-Ec bread recipe, THE BASICS. I’ve only ever made bread one other time, so I figured I’d probably need the most simple recipe, and I happened to have all of the ingredients for this particular one, which is rare.
I did it! And it was quite an enjoyable experience. I had just enough organic unbleached all-purpose flour left over from the World Market in Georgia to use, and I managed to find exactly enough dry yeast.
It was perfectly consistent all the way through, with a tougher crust and an extra soft inside. It had the texture of the white mountain bread one would get at Publix, with the taste of cuban bread. I tried keeping it inconspicuous last night while we had small group at our house, but Daniel found it…. and needless to say, we are out of bread again this morning.
Guess you could say we were super biblical last night since we literally “broke bread” together. He. He.
Want the recipe? Here it is. The only addition I made to the steps was I added the sugar to the disolved yeast water first, and let sit for a few moments before I added everything else. I also had to use almost a whole cup more of flour to get the consistency right.
You can also substitute 1/4 cup of ground flax seed for flour.
Bread baking is definitely different than other baking, and I think I might really like it. There’s a patience and a kneading technique one must develop to end up with a superb loaf of bread, which is something I wouldn’t mind developing.
Have you ever made bread before? What’s your favorite kind of bread?
Glasses. We put them on to see better. We wear them to protect our eyes from the sun’s vibrant rays.
We use them to distort our vision to.
That’s ridiculous, right? Why would anyone use lenses that make things worse? No one actually does that.
Physically, no. But spiritually, emotionally, mentally… we do it all the time.
Every experience, encounter, situation, trauma, life season, relationship… all of these things cause us to look at things through certain lenses.
If you’ve grown up with an abusive father, that will cause you to look at life with a blurred sense of reality, cowering at every dominant male figure and never feeling good enough.
Some of you were taught that little girls (or boys) look this way, and bad girls and boys look that way. That causes you to look at life with a blurred sense of reality, judging and turning your nose up to everyone who looks and acts “worse” than you, and only surrounding yourself with “pretty” people.
If your parents never EVER fought in front of you but always looked miserable, that causes you to look at life with a blurred sense of reality. My guess is you live life with your spouse and never EVER fight. Chances are you are more distant than the those roommates who have absolutely nothing in common. If you are looking through these lenses, I promise you, it will boil up and explode eventually.
Maybe you grew up with no real adult figures, causing you to look at life with a blurred sense of reality, taking on the world as an enemy you have to conquer, and never relying on anyone but yourself.
Or perhaps you gave everything you had to that person, and they left you, causing you to look at life with a blurred sense of reality. Never again will you let anyone get that close to your torn-to-pieces heart.
Do you see where I’m going? I could go on and on, because there are an infinite amount of glasses we choose to put on each day. These lenses affect every choice we make, every word we say and every feeling that we feel.
But there is only one pair that will give us clear vision, help us speak truth and allow our souls to live in shalom.
When we look through the lenses of the gospel, everything becomes clear.
When we read scripture through the lenses of the gospel, we begin to see it as a whole and perfect story of brokenness, grace, redemption, love and eternity.
When we view the gospel through the lenses of the gospel, we no longer think of it as a product we sell to people on the street in exchange for the satisfaction of numbers.
When we think about Jesus through the lenses of the gospel, we know we are not condemned and shamed, but redeemed, lifted up and victorious.
When we view sin through the lenses of the gospel, we understand that we are innately crooked, and that God is the one who breaks, sets and heals our disease-ridden bones.
When we view suffering through the lenses of the gospel, our gaze shifts from our phone and that current tv series to God because we know He is everything and everything else is nothing in comparison. We rejoice because we are being made like Christ.
When we view our brother’s and sister’s mistakes through the lenses of the gospel, we see them as a fellow fallen soldier who needs some help getting up and getting back to base camp.
When we see that pregnant mom in the parking lot smoking a cigarette through the lenses of the gospel, not only do we feel passionate about the well being of that baby’s life, but we also have overwhelming love and compassion for that mom who doesn’t have any other way out at the moment.
When we think about that guy who keeps running further and further away from great things and deeper and deeper into drugs and loneliness through the lenses of the gospel, we are so burdened for his soul that we get on our face and weep in intercession for him.
When we understand worship through the lenses of the gospel, we realize that every movement we makes decides what we worship, not just 20 minutes on Sunday morning before the pastor speaks.
When we look at ourselves through the lenses of the gospel, we discover how incredibly weak we are and how desperately we need our Creator to save us. Out of that discovery, grace, hope and faith towards everyone and everything bursts forth into the world around us.
He was here before us.
He made us.
He wept for us.
He revealed the depravity in us.
He sent Himself for us.
He died for us.
He covered us.
He redeemed us.
He loves us.
He delights in us.
He makes us new.
He is making all things new.
That is a pair of glasses that I never want to take off.