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Life and Gardens: Not Everything Blooms at Once

Fri, 2014-05-30 09:27 -- Jocelyn Green
After an absolutely wretched winter, I appreciate the new life in my gardens more this spring than I probably ever have. Not everything survived our subzero weather. We lost six Hydrangea bushes, seven Spirea Magic Carpet shrubs, four Boxwood shrubs, and my Dwarf Burning Bush apparently fed the rabbits. But what we have left is very healthy. The more time I spend working in the gardens to keep them that way, the more I think I could write a devotional book just based on lessons learned from gardening. Jesus talked about being the vine, with us as the branches, and shared the parable about the sower's seed, among other plant-related stories. We've all heard "Stop and smell the roses" and "Bloom where you're planted," but even beyond those, the analogies between gardening and our own lives are obvious: Being uprooted and transplanted is harder for some than others. We have to take root below the surface before we can branch out and really bloom. Weeds, like sin, are easier to remove earlier rather than later. Weeds (sin) grow without even trying, but anything beautiful (fruit of the spirit) requires careful cultivation. When we cut away what's dead, new life can take it's place. Margin is a beautiful thing. Not everything blooms at once. When we dug out the dead Spirea that had been tucked between our spreading yews, I thought it would look empty to have more space. Instead, it looks orderly and calm, like a breath of fresh air. Being on a book deadline, I currently have no margin. Neither does my husband, since he just started grad school on top of his full-time job. And we can both testify to this truth: Margin is a beautiful thing. :) The truth that has given me the most comfort, however, is so simple, it's easy to miss: Not everything blooms at once. Isn't this true in our lives as well? Anyone who says we can "have it all" should remember that even if that were true, we cannot have it all at once. As my grandmother has reminded me, "Life is long, and has many parts." Not everything blooms at once. Right now, with no margin, I am grinding away toward a deadline. This means I have to say no to almost everything else. As much as I love writing, and love the finished product, my process is exhausting, lonely, and fraught with self-doubt. When I look at my garden and see the irises, salvia, and hardy geraniums in bloom, and nothing else, I remember, though, that this is what's blooming in my life right now. (Or maybe I'm planting it now, and the blooming part comes during the editorial stage--work with me. :) ) Generally, at least in the Midwest, blooms don't last long. Already, the white flowers on my crab tree and pear trees have blown away like snow. So the fact that not everything blooms at once gives us more of a chance to anticipate them, and enjoy them as they come. This, too, applies to life. Our seasons are temporary. We would do well to enjoy them as much as we can before they slip away. Well, friends, what's blooming in your life right now? Is it time with your children or grandchildren? An opportunity to minister? A job, or school? It might be something hidden, but still beautiful. What has God brought about for you to enjoy in this particular season? To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace. ~Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 (KJV)

Anyone Can Do Freezer Meals: Here's How

Thu, 2014-02-06 14:47 -- Jocelyn Green
"So Jocelyn," the television host boomed as she held a microphone under my chin at the International Christian Retail Show. It was my first TV appearance after the release of Wedded to War, and I was prepared to talk about the Civil War, nursing, the writing process, or almost any related topic.  Instead, "I hear you do freezer meals, is that right?" Slight hesitation. "Yes, that's right." "Tell us about that!" The topic struck me as an odd one for the occasion, but I complied, much to my agent's amusement afterward. :) Since then, I've noticed a lot of fascination with freezer meals. Most people agree it sounds like a good idea--it saves you oodles of time, money, and sanity--but they stop short of doing it themselves because the task sounds so daunting. But listen. You can do it. Anyone can. Here are three different approaches to consider. 1. Easy Does It This is a great way for anyone to build up their freezer meals, but especially those who can't carve out a full day for meal preparations. When you make your own family dinner, double it. Eat one the day you prepare it, and freeze the other. Casseroles, etc., will save for about three months in the freezer. If it's just marinated meat, it can keep for up to six months. Use gallon size ziplock freezer bags, or tin or Gladware 8x8 dishes covered with tin foil. (I actually cover mine with three layers and then put it in a gallon ziplock.) I also do this with cookie dough. We'll bake half the batch, then I'll divide and freeze the rest of the dough to bake later. Label everything with date and cooking instructions. You may know exactly what to do, but if you give the meal to a new mom or someone recovering from surgery or broken limb, instructions will be handy. 2. Sweet and Simple Option number two: Join forces with nine or so other friends/acquaintances. Each of you commit to making a dinner entree times ten on your own time, in your own kitchens. Set a time and place and swap meals, so each of you end up with ten different meals for your freezer. Just determine who is making what ahead of time so there is a good variety. 3. Go the Distance It's time to roll up your sleeves! Find a friend or two and spend one full day prepping about 30 meals for each of you. This is the option I choose before I head into my writing cave for major projects. In fact, I just did this with my neighbor last Friday (time to start drafting Spy of Richmond!)  so I have several tips still fresh in my mind to share. [[{"type":"media", "view_mode":"media_large", "fid":"997", "attributes":{"class":"media-image aligncenter", "typeof":"foaf:Image", "style":"", "width":"419", "height":"489", "alt":"SAMSUNG CAMERA PICTURES"}}]] Planning First, it makes sense to work with a friend whose family size is similar to yours. Choose a host kitchen for meal prep day. Counter space is king. Also, proximity to a grocery store may be a consideration--you just might find a grocery run necessary. Together, decide whether you want to prepare fewer meals in greater quantities (i.e. four batches of fifteen meals, so you each get two of the same) or more meals in fewer quantities (i.e. two batches of thirty meals). Preparing more of the same kind of meal simplifies the grocery shopping, but some find the extra effort worth it to have greater variety in the freezer. Choose your recipes. You can use your own, or consult special cookbooks such as Don't Panic, Dinner's In the Freezer, or browse any number of freezer meal recipes online. Check out these links or search Pinterest if you want more ideas. Just be sure to include a variety in your plan. You can shorten your meal prep day by choosing recipes that require fewer ingredients, and those that do not require you to pre-cook meat. Make your grocery list carefully. Indicate ounces next to jars and cans. When shopping, note that a 28-ounce can is not always cheaper than buying two 14-ounce cans. Be prepared to do lots of calculating in the aisles. To save money, consider substituting ground turkey for ground beef for some recipes, or go to a meat locker if you can. Buying a whole chicken is much cheaper than buying skinless boneless chicken breasts, but keep in mind it will take longer to get the meat off the bird. Wait as long as you can to do the shopping since you'll need most of your fridge/counter space for the groceries until the meal prep day. Save time on meal prep day by labeling your ziplock bags beforehand. Writing the date, meal, and cooking instructions on 60 bags (or 40, or 80, or whatever you decide) gets tedious. Consider making cookies or cookie dough to trade on meal prep day, too. I did this with a friend in November, and it was a big help to have Christmas cookies already done for the season! If you have kids, arrange for their care ahead of time, at least for part of the meal prep day. Or if they are old enough, put them on clean-up duty--washing dishes, rinsing cans and peeling off labels if you recycle, etc. Last week I took a Sharpie and labeled the top of every can I bought, which meant I didn't have to pick up each can to find what I was looking for a meal prep day. Also, if a little one comes along and takes all the labels off any cans when you're not looking, all is not lost. :) Decide what you'll eat on meal prep day for lunch and dinner. It has worked well for me to pack a sandwich for lunch (or have hubby bring us take-out), and have pizza for dinner, or just easy-to-eat things like string cheese, bananas, etc. DO NOT WASTE TIME making or cleaning up after your own lunch and dinner on meal prep day! If you are not the hostess, bring a laundry basket or two with you to help carry the meals home. Meal Prep Day Start as early as possible. Expect to work past dinner time. If you get done earlier, so much the better. Wear good shoes. You'll be standing all day. Use a food processor to chop, slice, shred. If you don't own one, but plan to do a lot of vegetable chopping, borrow or buy one. I have a 7-cup one and it works great. Wearing an apron protects your clothes but also gives you an instant towel for your hands. Bring an extra can opener. To cut down on eye-sting from onions the best solution I've used is to set up a standing fan to blow the vapors away. You could also wear a ski mask, which is what I did last week. Sorry, no photos. :) Choose a system for tackling your recipes. Once my friends and I each took a recipe to do all the way through. Last week my neighbor and I worked at stations until it was time to assemble. I was the Queen of the Food Processor and she was the Meat Maestro. (I definitely got the easier end of the deal.) Once those jobs were done, I added the cans to the bags, and she added the spices. Save time by not peeling your washed carrots before you chop them. No one will know. Consider putting your crock pots to work for you while you work. Last fall my friend and I had a roast cooking in each of our two crockpots. At the end of the day we shredded the meat and added sauce to make BBQ pulled pork. YUM. Wherever you're working, have a "garbage bowl" nearby so you're not frequently making trips to the kitchen trash can. Have plenty of rags or paper towels on hand. Spills happen. Have a few first aid items ready, such as band-aids and whatever burn ointment you prefer. Keep a sense of humor. Ask questions of each other to clarify who's doing what, what's been done, etc. If you have extra vegetables, chop them up and put them in a freezer bag to steam later as a side dish. If you are short on an ingredient, ask yourself: can I go without it? Does the hostess have it in her pantry? Can we substitute something else in its place? Can we add it to the recipe on the day we cook it? If the answer to all these questions is no, send a husband to the grocery store. :) Expect to smell like onions and peppers for at least a day after this. If you trust the seals on your freezer bags, lay them flat in your freezer and stack them. It saves space AND thawing time. Save out at least one meal for your family to eat the next day. I'm telling you, you will not feel like cooking quite yet! This "go the distance" brand of freezer meals does take Rocky Balboa-style stamina for one day, but it's so worth it. I now have 30 meals in my freezer, which means I have way more mental space for writing every day, or for playing Chutes and Ladders with my son at 4:30 in the afternoon. Also, the cost ended up being an average of $1.15 per serving, which is GREAT! Final tip: when you feel your energy lagging on meal prep day, pull up this blog post and play the following YouTube clip. You can do it!

Joy Comes in the Morning: My 9-11 Story

Tue, 2012-09-11 10:19 -- Jocelyn Green
On Sept. 11, 2001, I was a 23-year-old single woman working in Washington, D.C., just eight blocks from the Capitol. We were in a staff meeting when the receptionist on duty burst into the conference room and blurted out, “They hit the Pentagon, you can see the smoke from the rooftop!” The woman beside me screamed (I learned later she knew a man who worked there), and I quietly fought the rising tide of panic swelling inside my chest. Public transportation shut down and phone lines were scrambled. We were told another plane was headed for us (likely the one that crash landed in Pennsylvania). We were sitting ducks, and we knew it. There was no safe place to go. Throngs of people were streaming out of the buildings on Capitol Hill, running over each other to go who knows where- to get their children out of schools, to find their spouses, to go home. Fighter jets roared over the city, drowning out the sounds of chirping birds and casting ominous shadows on this otherwise cloudless blue-sky day. Rumors were reported as news on the television. We heard that a car bomb detonated at the State Department, that the Fourteenth Street bridge had been blown up (which was our way to get across the Potomac River and get home). It seemed the whole world was falling down around us. The bustling capital of our nation became a ghost town as people left, thousands of them on foot. That afternoon we came together as a staff to pray. One woman quoted Scripture in her prayer: “Weeping remains for a night, but joy comes in the morning” (Psalm 30:5).  I remember thinking, How long will this night last before we feel joy again? The Pentagon was less than a mile from my home in Arlington. I passed through it twice a day, up until that point, to catch a bus or a subway train. The attack on the Pentagon was an attack on my neighborhood. I felt violated. It was personal to me. Driving home that evening (for some reason I chose not to use the metro system that morning) we passed by the Pentagon. The smoke from the fires was choking, even from inside the car with the windows rolled up. Fires still blazed, and would for at least a week- they kept reigniting themselves. That evening, I took a break from watching the news and decided to mow the lawn. But this tragic event wasn’t something I could just turn off, when I turned off the TV. For as I pushed the lawnmower across the grass, I walked through clouds of swirling ash that had carried on the wind from the Pentagon. The air outside my home—my home—smelled like smoke for at least a week. Is it any wonder this attack felt personal to me? It happened in my back yard. I felt sick to my stomach for three days and cried until the well ran dry. But at no point did I question the existence of God or have a crisis of faith. God was still God. And I still trusted Him. The terrorist attacks were evidence that we live in a fallen world alongside other sinners. And even as I mourned for those who lost their lives, and mourned for those of us who lost their sense of safety in their own country, I recognized that this was not the first time a terrorist had attacked. In certain parts of the world, terrorism occurs on a regular basis. How insanely selfish would it be for me to be OK with God while evil happens in other countries, but once it comes to my doorstep, to shake my fist at Him. No, my faith did not suffer, but my sense of peace did. A dark cloud settled over my spirit in the weeks after Sept. 11, 2001. My enemy did not have a face: it was grief and fear. People I used to ride the bus to the Pentagon with, I never saw again. I stared at the vacant seats while we silently snaked our way through traffic, wondering about their families, wondering if they knew Jesus and were in heaven, or not. Every radio station talked about bomb shelters, anthrax, and other possible methods of terrorism. We rolled our windows down while driving over bridges, so if the bridge blew up while we were on it, we could escape the car while it sank in the river. Standing in the subway station waiting for my train to come, we heard what seemed like an explosion not too far from us. I locked eyes with a stranger. No doubt we were both just as startled, both thinking about how dangerous a subway station could be if a terrorist chose to attack it. In moments like those we were no longer just fellow commuters, we were fellow Americans, bracing ourselves against our fears even as we tried to live life as normal. I know it sounds dramatic, but those were dramatic times. Two weeks after the terrorist attacks, I went to a prayer meeting at a local church. I sat in a hard wooden pew, head in my hands when I heard floorboards near me squeak.  When  I looked up I saw a girl I went to college with! Here she was, looking so out of place in that somber church, with her eyes dancing and one hand covering her mouth to keep from giggling. Since I was her RA in college, we weren’t really friends then, but when I saw her then we hugged and stepped out of the church and into the sunshine together. She had been working for her Congressman but wasn’t allowed back to work because of the anthrax scare (and clean-up) for weeks. So we had coffee together. Then a meal. Then I was going with her on all kinds of trips – Mount Vernon, Annapolis, the Smithsonian museums, outdoor concerts at Wolftrap. Even after she was allowed back at work, the friendship continued. We went to New York City together.  We organized monthly classic Movie Nights for other single women in the area. We hosted Thanksgiving for a dozen singles who had no place else to go. The dark cloud hanging over me lifted, and this friend helped me to chase after joy, to grab hold of it and not let go. We still knew life was forever different. I still walked past the National Guard with their weapons on my walk from the subway station to work every day. But I learned that I could still laugh and enjoy the good gifts God gives us. Life was still full of my favorite things. Joy came in the morning. The terrorist attacks were intended to cause a crippling fear to take root in our country. But you know what? I saw Bible studies pop up in the offices of Senators and Congressmen where God’s name was not mentioned before. I saw people reaching out to each other. We prayed more. Terrorism was met with heroism. And what man intended for evil, God used for good. I later learned that a man I went to church with had been in his office at the Pentagon directly above where the plane hit the building. He should not have lived, but God spared his life, and after he retired from military service he went into full-time ministry as a church pastor. Another man I went to church with, Brian Birdwell, was standing just two car-lengths from the point of impact in the Pentagon. He was burned over 60 percent of his body. He should not have survived either, but he did, miraculously, and now he has a ministry for burn victims, both civilian and military.  There are countless other stories of God’s hand during and after 9-11-01. Years later, I shared several of them in a book I co-wrote called Stories of Faith and Courage from the Home Front. Being a Christian doesn’t mean we don’t experience pain. It means our story doesn’t end there. Joy comes in the morning—however long the night may be. O Lord, you hear the desire of the afflicted; you will strengthen their heart; you will incline you ear to do justice to the fatherless and the oppressed, so that man who is of the earth may strike terror no more. Psalm 10:17-18 ESV Would you like to share your 9-11 story? I would love to hear it. Please leave a comment. 
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The 150th Anniversary of TAPS

Thu, 2012-05-24 10:31 -- Jocelyn Green
A note from Jocelyn: Last summer, I visited Virginia's Peninsula to research my Civil War novel, Wedded to War. While there, I stayed with Linda Montgomery, the editor of ExcellentorPraiseworthy.org, the devotional Web site of Campus Crusade's Military Ministry. In honor of Memorial Day, I want to share with you an article by Linda about the origin and meaning of "Taps." It first appeared at ExcellentorPraiseworthy.org.  July 2012 marks the 150th anniversary of Taps, as it was written after the Seven Days Battle (which appears in Wedded to War). Where can I go from Your Spirit? Where can I flee from Your presence? If I go up to the heavens, You are there; if I make my bed in the depths, You are there. If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there Your hand will guide me, Your right hand will hold me fast. — Psalm 139:7-10 For me, the story of “Taps” is a local story because I live close to where it was composed. I could easily drive to Berkeley Plantation in Virginia, where there is a monument marking the “birthplace” of Taps. Tour guides will tell you that the haunting 24-note bugle call is actually a revision of a French call to signal to the troops the end of the day and “lights out.” The story goes like this: “In of July of 1862, in the aftermath of the bloody Seven Days battles (Peninsular campaign), hard on the loss of 600 men and wounded himself, Union General Daniel Adams Butterfield called the brigade bugler to his tent. . . .Oliver Wilcox Norton, the bugler, tells the story, ‘. . . showing me some notes on a staff written in pencil on the back of an envelope (some accounts say that Butterfield hummed it to Norton), (he) asked me to sound them on my bugle. I did this several times, playing the music as written. He changed it somewhat, lengthening some notes and shortening others, but retaining the melody as he first gave it to me. After getting it to his satisfaction, he directed me to sound that call for Taps thereafter in place of the regulation call. The music was beautiful on that still summer night and was heard far beyond the limits of our Brigade. The next day I was visited by several buglers from neighboring Brigades, asking for copies of the music which I gladly furnished. The call was gradually taken up through the Army of the Potomac.’” From “History of Taps.” Savage's Station, Virginia, June 30, 1862, Union field hospital during and after the Seven Days Battle. Photo courtesy: Library of Congress   Not long after Taps was composed, it was used for the first time at a military funeral. Union Captain John Tidball, commander of an artillery battery, had it played for the burial of a cannoneer killed in action (during the Peninsular Campaign) because the traditional three-rifle volleys fired over the grave might have alerted the enemy nearby. This event is commemorated in a stained glass window at The Chapel of the Centurion, also nearby at Ft. Monroe. Ten months after it was written, Taps was played at the funeral of Confederate General “Stonewall” Jackson. By 1874 Taps was officially recognized by the U.S. Army and was required to be played at military funerals by 1891. Taps is played throughout our nation on Memorial Day as it is traditionally sounded at funerals, wreath-laying, and memorial services. In order to honor those who died in service to our country, giving the ultimate sacrifice—Taps is played in remembrance of all of those who have insured our precious freedom. While we are hearing the strains perhaps you can also remember the words which are associated with the bugle call. While these lyrics are not “official,” the first verse is commonly sung with these words: “Day is done, gone the sun, From the hills, from the lake, From the sky. All is well, safely rest, God is nigh.” God is nigh. The definition of “nigh” is “near in space, time, or relation.” The American College Dictionary, 1955. God is near: You are near, O LORD, and all Your commandments are truth. — Psalm 119:151 The LORD is near to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. — Psalm 34:18 But as for me, the nearness of God is my good; I have made the Lord GOD my refuge, that I may tell of all Your works. — Psalm 73:28 The LORD is near to all who call upon Him, to all who call upon Him in truth. — Psalm 145:18 Let your gentle spirit be known to all men. The Lord is near. — Philippians 4:5 The last verse of Taps, traditionally, is similar to the first verse: “Thanks and praise, For our days, ‘Neath the sun, ‘Neath the stars, ‘Neath the sky, As we go, This we know, God is nigh.” Is there any doubt in your mind and heart that God is near, during deployment? Even during the lowly conditions of war in 1862, God was there. Jari A. Villanueva is a bugler and bugle historian, considered the country’s foremost authority on Taps. He wrote: “.. . it is hard to believe that Butterfield could have composed anything that July in the aftermath of the Seven Days battles which saw the Union Army of the Potomac mangled by Lee’s Army of Northern Virgina. Over twenty six thousand casualties were suffered on both sides. . . . In the midst of the heat, humidity, mud, mosquitoes, dysentery, typhoid and general wretchedness of camp life in that early July, it is hard to imagine being able to write anything.” From “24 Notes that Tap Deep Emotions”. But write it (or revise it) he did, and Butterfield’s desire to honor his soldiers is forever the way that we seek to honor our brave soldiers. The Scripture from Psalm 139 is a reminder of what we declare in the singing of Taps. With a lump in our throats and perhaps tears in our eyes, we remember this Memorial Day, with grateful hearts, those courageous patriots who have gone before us in battle. . . . and we remember that our God is faithful . . . . and near. Questions to Share: 1. What thoughts come to your mind when you hear Taps? 2. On this Memorial Day, is there someone who served our country whom you could tell your spouse about as a way of honoring them? Note:  Additional information on Taps is available at www.tapsbugler.com

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