I am writing in honor of my mother, who celebrates her birthday today.
I’ve been thinking a lot about her and the role she has played in my life. She is a beautiful, generous, humble, quiet woman with great love for her family, a passion for wellness and more knowledge about nutrition than I will ever have. Over the years, all she has learned she has given away. I have been the recipient of countless emails, magazine articles, web site links, cookbooks, books, words of wisdom, hand-written and hand-typed summaries of topics I have expressed interest in, and so much more. I have always willingly received her health and nutrition wisdom, as long as it didn’t feel ‘alternative’ to my traditional medical training, but balked at her attempts to talk to me about supplementation. It’s easy for me to understand why I balked. Not only did I get very little focused training in nutrition during medical school, but I also believed that I, along with everyone else, could, and should, get the nutrients that we need from the foods we eat.
About a year ago I dove head first into wellness, learning all that I could about the faith and health connection, stress, nutrition, supplementation, and, most recently, brain health. The other day I remarked to a friend that I feel as though, in the area of nutrition and wellness, my blinders have been ripped off and that now I see so much differently. But the truth is, my blinders were never ripped off. I can look back and clearly trace the pattern of the many seeds planted over time, mostly by my mother, that had been growing little by little and were finally starting to bear fruit.
My transformation has been more like the milkweed plant pictured here, which grows slowly over time and then bursts forth with hundreds of tiny seeds that are carried away with the wind.
So, mom, I want to thank you for speaking into my life. So many of your seeds took root and now look what you’ve started! I have used the information you have given to me as I have reached out to others, and those ‘others’ that have been impacted by it are passing it on in their own way and in their own time as they grow. If any of my friends are reading this and have a copy of Dr. Ann’s Eat Well for Life or Eat Right for Life – The Family Plan, know that the recommendation for this transformational book came first from my mother. http://drannwellness.com/product/eat-right-for-life/
On a separate, and yet more important note, I am so thankful for the seeds of faith that you have planted in my heart over all of these years. When it comes to harvesting, one never reaps in the same season that he or she plants. The seeds of faith that you planted, and your prayers for the harvest in my life, did not begin to come to fruition until I became a mom myself. This gives me great encouragement to keep on planting seeds in the lives of others and praying for the God of the harvest to grow them in His time, not mine.
Lessons From the Pineapple and the Poppy
“Fruit bearing is a beautiful process. First there are leaves; then the flowers; then the fruit. God provides the water from beneath and the sun from above. Day by day the branches develop; day by day the fruit is produced. If you are looking for instant fruitfulness, you will be disappointed. Fruit must be cultivated.” – Warren Wiersbe in his book, “The 5 Secrets of Living”
I have a print of poppys that was given to me by my best friend after her mother died of breast cancer. It has traveled from home to home with our family as one of my treasured possessions. I treasure it because Peggy’s mom, Beverly, painted it and her mom has a special place in my heart. When we moved to Vermont, we bought a home with flowers galore. As spring arrived and plants and flowers started to bloom for the first time I was so thankful for the beautiful flowers that kept appearing, and also frustrated with the many weeds that grew alongside of them. One of the struggles I have always had in weeding is knowing what to pull and what not to pull. Someone once told me that if I don’t like it, just pull it. One day, as I worked in a small bed on the side of our deck I noticed a prickly ? weed. Though unsightly, perhaps because it was ‘different’ to me, I left it alone and forgot about it. I’m not really sure how much time passed after that, but it was long enough that when I walked past this same flower bed some time later I was shocked to find this, my one and only poppy. The others never had a chance to bloom because I pulled them, thinking they were weeds.
My other story is about a pineapple. When we lived in Guam, my neighbor was a master gardener. She told me that I could take the top of a pineapple, put it in the ground and grow a new pineapple. I took her advice one day and there the pineapple sat in the dirt for what seemed like forever. When our house flooded and we had to move I went back to my old garden to see what I wanted to transplant to our new home. The pineapple wasn’t on my list, but my friend, Cindy, later took it and planted it at her house. A loooong time later I was visiting her home and this is what she was so excited to show me:
I guess my point is this: Growth takes time, and it takes patience. It is so easy to desire so much of ourselves and then to place expectations on ourselves to, in our own strength, make change happen overnight. Whether our desire is to eat better, exercise consistently, stop raising our voices at our children, start praying every day, stop eating junk, or whatever change or desire is pressing on our hearts, if we are looking for instant fruit we will be disappointed. Most of the time (there are exceptions, praise God!) change doesn’t happen overnight, but rather one step at a time and one decision at a time. If we tell ourselves that we’re going to change overnight, and then we don’t, or if we don’t like the ugly in ourselves that is revealed to us along the way, we’ll be tempted to give up on ourselves and the growth process that WILL yield fruit in time. There is beauty in change and beauty through change. Rather than setting unrealistic expectations for ourselves, let’s expect great things from God in time as we grow in relationship with Him, ask Him to show us our next step and, in faith, take it.
I want to share a little known children’s song with an amazing message. After you click the link, play song number 3, “Little By Little.” It’s a message not just for our children and about our children, but for us and about us as well.
Phillippians 1:6 (NLT) And I am certain that God, who began the good work within you, will continue his work until it is finally finished on the day when Christ Jesus returns.
I’ve given this away many times and people say they like it a lot (and their kids!). This is one of the healthiest meals you can make, and so easy! Only labor intensive piece is the chopping but worth it!
1 T olive oil
1 medium onion, chopped
1 cup chopped celery
1 cup chopped carrot
1 tsp garlic
4 cups chicken broth . Many broths on the market, even organic ones, have MSG (monosodium glutamate) or hidden forms of it’s most active ingredient, free glutamate (autolyzed yeast extract, yeast extract, disodium inosinate, hydrolyzed proteins and autolyzed proteins to name a few) in them. If you are trying to avoid MSG you may want to make your own broth. There are many recipes out there. Here’s a simple one.
1 cup water
1 28 oz can crushed tomatoes, undrained
1 cup dried lentils
3/4 cup instant brown rice
1/2 tsp crushed pepper (this gives it just the kick it needs but doesn’t make it too spicy)
1/2 tsp salt
1/4 tsp black pepper
Heat oil in large pot or dutch oven over medium-high heat. Add onion, celery, carrot and garlic to pan and saute for 8 minutes or until tender. Add broth, water and tomatoes. Bring to boil. Stir in lentils, simmer 25 minutes. Stir in rice, simmer 20 minutes. Stir in red pepper, salt and black pepper. To make it even easier just add the lentils and regular brown rice at the same time and simmer for 45 minutes or until rice is to your liking!
Building on the Rock
A few months ago a friend reintroduced my daughter and I to one of my favorite shows growing up, “Little House on the Prairie.” Actually, the conversation centered on Albert… the girls thought it hilarious when I told them I had such a crush on him.
I was unprepared for the wave of emotion that flooded my soul as we watched and for the tears that began to flow as I reflected on the timeless Biblical truths and values that wove their way in and through the lives of the Ingalls family. Life was so hard for them, and together they worked so hard simply to live. Strangely, though, despite the many ‘storms’ they experienced – their life threatening travels, wolves, Indians, fires, lack of food, etc. etc., I found myself longing for that life.
As I thought longer about all of this, I realized that this longing doesn’t stem only, as I initially thought, from my desire for a simpler life. It comes from a deep longing for a culture that carries on those timeless values and truths, and from my fears of the very real dangers in today’s world that threaten not just our personal safety, but the wellness and wholeness of individuals and families. Life is hard today, just as it was hard for the Ingalls family. It’s a different kind of hard. I admit that at times I feel overwhelmed by the struggles of this life and want to just run or hide. Yet, as Chuck Swindoll said so well in a recent podcast, “Storms and life go together. There is no place on earth where any of us can be free-completely free-of tension or pressure, trouble or pain. Escaping such is only a dream…a fantasy.”
God always meets me in my fears when I let Him. Over the last few months, through various teachings on Matthew 7, a parable about building our lives on the rock, He has been reinforcing in my heart and mind principles that allow me to stand firm and to live with confidence right where God has placed me, no matter what happens in life. He has been teaching me the secret to not running from but going through life and it’s storms.