Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Ninth Anniversary of my 21st Birthday!


In just 1hour I will celebrate the 9th anniversary of my 21st birthday. Yes, I'm turning 30! Some think this age to be the beginning of the end, but for me it's the just the beginning. I am so excited to see what this decade holds. My twenties brought some amazing life lessons and opportunities, but the best is yet to come. My dreams are big and God hasn't failed me yet....so 30 here I am.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

NOSHing... it's what I'm doing these days

Some people have said they don't know what's going on in my life if I don't blog... so Sandra, this one's for you!

I spent a year working at the Angus Barn and learned a lot... like my heart really is in the kitchen. One might think I'd have figured this out after going to culinary school over two years ago. But, as always the Lord was requiring a little time, faith and patience to get me to where I needed to be. So, believing once again that He said "LEAP!" I did and decided to quit my job (on a Monday) at the Barn to see what God had in store for the future . On Tuesday I found an add on Craig's List for a job at NOSH. Just in case you're not familiar with the term...

NOSH- (nsh) v. : to eat a snack or light meal; Informal n. : A snack or light meal.

nosh·ing, nosh·es, noshed – intr. v : To eat a snack or light meal: noshed on a bagel between classes. nosher n. : one who noshes

nosher n. : one who noshes

Origin: Yiddish nash, from nashn, to eat sweets, nibble on,
Middle High German naschen, to nibble, and from Old High German hnascn

Nosh Brit, Austral & NZ slang

...I called to set up an interview and on Thursday I had a new job at NOSH Food in Durham, NC http://www.noshfood.com/

I am back to working the hours of the land of the living, 8-4pm or until the special is made. I help get catering orders together in the morning, "wo-man" the take out orders and help keep the lunch rush running smoothly, and then I hit the kitchen around 2pm to find something creative and yummy to make for the nightly dinner special. So far, hands down the best job I've ever had. I really enjoy my boss, I get to exercise that side of me that needs to organize and then I get to play and create eclectic foodstuffs.

On Tuesday nights and every other Thursday you can find me in my tiny apartment kitchen teaching cooking classes to some novices and food lovers alike. We discuss a topic pertaining to some aspect of cooking and we put those skills to use and make dinner together. All in all I've found my way back to my two passions in life... food and people.

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Life is Not for the Faint of Heart


My title used to be "minister" and some days I actually got to do that. But these days it's not my title but I get to do it on a daily basis. Sometimes just listening is more powerful than any words we have to say. When we listen we get to a chance to see into someone's heart, to see who they are and minister to their soul.
A friend recently told me that my compassion gifting made me a great listener because she knew I really cared. A nice compliment, but it really made me think. All those things that God allows into our lives, the challenges, the ups, the downs, and the in betweens are what help us learn to love others. You can love the unlovely when you hear how their heart is breaking. Patience isn't as hard when you know that same hurt. Words don't slice so deeply when we've seen their wounds too. What I've seen myself and working in the midst of hurting people is that life is not for the faint of heart. So many turn to things, to people, and to empty rituals but in the end without love, without compassion and without someone who cares life is just plain hard.
Don't forget to listen quietly you just may get to hear someone's heart.

Wednesday, April 02, 2008

Don't Grow Up


It's great to know that we don't ever have to grow up all the way. Today as we went into hour 2 of our staff meeting the GM and owner decided it was time to engage the remote control fart machine as people walked by. Needless to say, it's still as funny now as it was in third grade.


Where my sis works they practice "relaxaflatluentology." A stress relieving technique where one makes fart noises with their mouths. This is only for the really mature.

Tuesday, March 04, 2008

New Shoes


Well, I got my "one shoe" at work. I am unofficially officially in management training for the Pavilion. The thing I didn't count on with this shoe is that it would take so much breaking in. But I guess the shoes that become our favorites initially gave us blisters.


I'm in the blister stage, ie. limbo. Not quite off the restaurant floor and not entirely on the Pavilion floor. I must remember not to despise my small/humble beginnings. At the appointed time it will be great. In the meantime I just have to remember to smile....

Friday, January 18, 2008

"One Shoe Can Change Your Life" - Cinderella

After a brief hiatus from the blogging world due to the crazy demands of the restaurant world during holiday season... I'm back.
HOPE is my word of declaration and belief for 2008! Though I'm glad to be back in Raleigh-Durham, I never expected to encounter the challenges that came with moving back home in 2007. But I am home and I have found a new love for this area that can only come from the people that make a place home. I have come to appreciate the familiarity of the Triangle while exploring it with eyes of a newcomer. A lot changes in such a short amount of time, and life surely didn't stop here during my absence.


I found a quote from Cinderella that hangs on my wall so I can read it each morning as I get out of bed, "One shoe can change your life." (For those that know me and my love of clothes you can appreciate the doudle entendre here.) But the truth of this simple statement is what really touched my soul, no pun intended. You may wake up a servant girl in the morning and find yourself the belle of the ball that evening. Because what seems sudden to the world is really years of preparation and intended position. In a moment God reveals your true identity and purpose for the world to see. But it is the rags, the years of toil, and the endurance under pressure that develop the diamond that is just beneath the surface.



For those that are still in rags, still enduring, and feeling the pressure continue to HOPE for on the appointed day you will receive the gift of a lifetime.

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Speaking from the Heart


I was telling someone this week how I wished we would all just wear signs that said who/what we really are. I am so tired of trying to figure it out. I believe the best despite the fact that life has proven me wrong so many times. I put on my armor, strength/indifference, after I've been wounded. For a time I'm poised defensively ready for whatever comes at me. I've fought long and hard for most of my life. I'm tired of fighting against what life would try to make us... hard, bitter, and alone. I want to fight to live from my Spirit. To live and be who I was created to be. Allowed to be tender, respected for my honesty, and valued for my loyalty. I want to be able to speak from my heart and be truly seen for the first time ever.