Split Pea Soup

I disliked many foods as a child, but I would have to say split pea soup was definitely at the top of my hate list. My first memory of this food involves little four year old Sarah. My mom made split pea soup for dinner and I did not like it. It was green, slimy, and plain old disgusting. I decided not to finish my dinner. My mom warned me that if I didn’t finish my dinner, it would become my breakfast. I couldn’t believe she would be that cruel, and figured this was an idle threat (I now know my mom does not make idle threats).

Woe is me. What showed up at breakfast the next morning but that half finished, crusty bowl of split pea soup? I think my mom must have felt some sympathy for me and tried to make it slightly more palatable by heating my bowl, but then she put a little milk in it! The only thing worse than split pea soup is reheated split pea soup watered down with milk.

I never doubted my mom again (at least in respect to food threats).

Until about 4 months ago, I haven’t voluntarily touched split pea soup. I actually saw someone else making it, and it didn’t smell too bad so I decided to give it another try. It wasn’t bad! I’m not sure what that means—either my taste buds have matured or been severely dulled. Split pea soup still doesn’t make my gourmet food list, but not a bad for an easy and filling lunch. Also, it happens to be the only thing I know how to make in my crockpot. Note: I would still definitely not eat this for breakfast!


On Frodo and life

I hate to write two posts commenting on movies in such close proximity, but I can’t help it. I’m making my way through the Lord of the Rings movie series, and picking up on some interesting quotes and themes. Hopefully you are familiar with this story, a fantasy series written by J.R.R. Tolkein, who was a contemporary of C.S. Lewis. In the movie, Frodo has been charged to carry the ring of power to Mount Doom to destroy it forever. He is saddened by the darkness that has come over his world and that he has to bear such a heavy burden.

Frodo Baggins

In short, he laments that his life is so full of pain, darkness, fear, and evil, saying, “I wish the ring had never come to me.”

Gandalf (a wise man of sorts in this story) replies, “So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.”

None of us, even in the most difficult hour, have ever faced the end of the world. When we face sadness, difficulty, or pain, we may say to ourselves, “I wish this hadn’t happened to me. I wish I didn’t have all this trouble.”

For myself, I often think, “I wish I didn’t have these migraines.”

But that is not for me to decide.

I wish I didn’t have so many student loans.  But that is not for me to decide. “All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.”

However humble our circumstances, we can choose how we will live in the days given to us.

Psalm 90:12, “Teach us to number our days aright, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.”

paint and pasta

I had an interesting, relaxing, and yet productive day off. I spent the day with a great friend and we did some talking, some driving, and visited Home Depot.

I’ve decided to paint a couple of the walls in my apartment, to finally commit to where we are living and take the plunge. But, at this stage in my life, $15 for paint is an investment, and putting color on the wall is an emotional investment, so it will be a while yet. I selected this collage of blue shades to choose from and stare at. Choose from Sea Sprite, Tropical Pool, Little Pond, Pale Sky, Morning Breeze, Utah Sky, Waterfall, Clear Blue Sky, or Heavenly Blue. I wonder what the paint chip title writer was thinking to himself; perhaps something like, “Hmm, this color makes me think of….a little pond.” Weird.

My awesome pasta container

My friend Holly and I also paid a visit to World Market. If you’ve never been there, definitely check it out. It reminds me of Trader Joe’s. Today I learned that if you’ve spent at least $10 in a year at World Market, they will give you $10 to spend there on your birthday. Not a bad birthday present for yourself. I was inspired to purchase a storage container for $5, not only a great price for a glass container that actually has an awesome mini chalkboard on it. Since it is glass, you can see for yourself what’s in the container, but just the same, I think the chalk feature is pretty clever.

what you need

I was overjoyed today to discover that “The Princess and the Frog” was available to play instantly on Netflix. I’ve gone back and forth on what my all-time favorite Disney movie is, but I would have to give that award to “The Princess and the Frog.” All around best story line, most redemptive ending, best character development, and great music. Today was my third or fourth time watching it, and every time I watch it, one particular line catches my ear.

The bad guy in this movie, Dr. Facilier, shows Tiana a vision of what her life could be like if she gives in

Princess Tiana "in person" when Carson and I were at Disneyland

to his demands. He shows her how she could make her daddy’s dreams come true (her father dies before he is able to open his restaurant). Dr. Facilier paints a vivid picture of the wonderful restaurant Tiana could have, saying, “But you… you can give your poor daddy everything he ever wanted.”

Tiana thinks for a moment over her memories, of how much love was in her family, and then says, “My Daddy never did get what he wanted. But he had what he needed. He had love. He never lost  sight of what was really important.”

Didn’t get what he wanted. But had what he needed.

Sometimes I wish I had money to just buy whatever my heart pleased and I could go places and do things. There are many things I want, but actually, I have what I need.

A wonderful husband. Food to eat. A place to live. A few good friends. Love.

It’s easy for me to get caught up in the message I hear all around me, “Make more. Buy more. Be more. Have more.”

Tiana’s father in this movie was a blue collar worker, he and his family lived in a small house, and they had love. I think that’s about all one can ask for.


Tuesday morning. 8:50 am. Weather—fair. Sarah—not lost. Yet. (This is a common malady for me, being lost, but I’m sure you’ll hear more of that later)

This morning found me driving to my first BSF (Bible Study Fellowship) class for the introductory portion. I’ve been hearing about BSF through various channels and have finally decided that God is definitely leading me to pursuing participating in this class.

When I arrived (early, and I didn’t get lost!), there were tons of women already flooding into Salem Evangelical Church. I affixed a name tag to myself and proceeded to the main sanctuary. I was excited, apprehensive, and I didn’t know anyone. While I waited for things to begin, I had plenty of opportunity for people watching. This particular session was in the morning, only for women, and I was surprised as more and more women arrived.

The lady in charge introduced herself and then started us all off with a song, “How Firm a Foundation.” As the room was filled with the sound of many female voices (at this point I was estimating some 300 women were there), I was struck by the beauty in this room. At least 300 women had taken these two hours out of their day to come, worship God, and learn more about Him. As I looked around the room, all ages were represented.

There is something particularly charming about a woman, her very femininity, yes, something charming in an 80 year old woman. Each woman who came today, whether 20 or 80, had chosen an outfit to wear to this particular event. Something she liked, something pretty, something comfortable. I saw a wide variety of jackets, skirts, pants, and hair styles. Many of these women knew each other. As I watched them greet each other, I saw something visually beautiful about the friendship and love I saw on the faces and in the smiles of these women.

So, as I heard 300+ female voices lifted to worship God, I am sure He was smiling.

After some singing, the ladies who already had assigned groups left, and another lady talked to all us newcomers, told us about BSF, and also explained that due to huge interest in this year’s study of Isaiah, they did not actually have spots for us yet. She said there were about 450 women who had come today. I had already seen enough to know I wanted to be part of this study, so I filled out a registration card.

For the last portion of the morning, one of the gals gave an introductory lecture on Isaiah. She said something that struck me, “An accurate view of God will profoundly transform your life and influence your culture.” To hear this, especially in light of other things I’ve been learning recently, I definitely feel this is the right Bible study for me. So, now I wait for a phone call that will assign me a group.

Tuesday morning. 11:05 am. Sarah—impressed that BSF gets out on time. 11:20 am. Sarah—lost. Why am I in Keizer?

(I did find my way home eventually.)