A Christmas Reminder

It's Christmas Eve, and from anyone's perspective, it's been a successful one. The whole family is together to celebrate, there is a rather large pile of presents under our tree, my mom prepared a Christmas ham for lunch, and we all sat by a cozy fire and ate pumpkin pie and homemade fudge while opening presents  (one of our family traditions is for each person to open one present on Christmas Eve, but to save the rest for Christmas day).

To end our evening, we went to a Christmas Eve service. Not only is this another family tradition, but it's also an obligation, at least for my dad. He's the pastor of a small church in Dearborn, Michigan (think ghetto Detroit). It takes about an hour to drive from our cookie cutter home in the suburbs to the church, which is in the middle of a hurting community in which about one out of every three buildings is borded up, there are liquor stores on every corner, and I would actually encourage Albert to bring his gun along (if you know me, you know this rarely happens).

So we went to church, enjoyed a Christmas skit by the children, sang a number of Christmas hymns, and lit candles to commemorate the night when Jesus came into the world. It was nice, but I would hardly say that I was moved. In fact, I was really just looking forward to starting the hour-long drive back to our cozy house to partake in more Christmas festivities. After a few minutes of post-service mingling, we piled back into our 2002 Toyota minivan and took off for home.

The only good thing about driving through the hood is that gas is cheap, and my dad made sure to bring cash. There's a particular gas station where he always stops. We pulled up, and he got out of the car to pump gas. Since he was paying with cash, he had to go inside to give money to the teller. So he walked toward the station and as he did so, I noticed a man who was loitering outside the store approach him. I reacted the way I typically do when I see people like that.

"He's just going to ask for money," I thought to myself. "They all ask for money, and they all use it for the same thing." A neon lotto sign flashed in the background as my dad came out of the store. When he did, the man approached him, and I could see that he was saying something. He followed my dad to the car, and my dad handed him a couple of bucks. When I saw the man's face, he became real to me. He was no longer just a bum on the corner begging for change. He became a person. A person with needs and wants and hopes and dreams, just like me. And he is spending Christmas Eve in the freezing cold at a gas station.

I asked my mom if we had any food in the car, and it just so happened that we had some apple sauce. So my mom got out of the car to talk to him as my dad continued pumping gas. She asked if he wanted some apple sauce, and he said "Yes, that would be great." As they exchanged words and my mom handed him the apple sauce, he gave her a hug. Tears started flowing down my face, as the reality of what so many people are facing this time of year really hit home. Here I was wearing a flashy new watch and anticipating all the other presents I would be opening tomorrow, while this man-and so many others like him-are just looking forward to their next meal.

Wow. This really put things in perspective for me. With all the hustle and bustle of Christmas preparation-shopping for presents and planning nice meals, trimming the tree and decking the halls-I failed to prepare for the most important part of Christmas: Christ. Preparing for Christ means getting our hearts ready to not only receive him, but also to share him. It's about remembering who he is and why he came. He came to serve the least of these. Christmas presents are nice, but they have no intrinsic value. And when I'm surrounded by hurting people, presents really aren't even that exciting to receive. I failed, once again, to focus on the true meaning of Christmas. Shame on me for being so selfish that during this Christmas season, I haven't looked beyond my own wants to find a way to bless those around me.

I still love all the sentimental things that surround Christmas, and I'm sure I always will. But I need to add another tradition-sharing the love of Christ with those in my community who are less fortunate that I am. It's a simple gesture that can mean a lot, both for those I reach out to and for me. As we drove away from the gas station, I prayed for that man and his family. Only God knows what his needs are, and only God can bring healing in his life. But I am so thankful that God put him in my path to remind me about what's really important.

I hope that as you celebrate Christmas, you, like I was tonight, are reminded of the true meaning of Christmas. Celebrate the birth of Jesus, God's Son, who came not to give shiny presents, but to bring hope to the hopeless and new life to those who are lost.

Merry Christmas.

Making a Fall Wreath

If you haven't yet, read my last blog about Getting into Fall. It will set the mood for this fun activity. As I thought about decorating for fall, I realized that I didn't have a fall wreath, and everyone needs a fall wreath! So I googled it to see if I could find any cool ideas to copy. I found one! It's from a blog called Crafting Mom (I know, I know. Totally nerdy. But I loved it!). Her idea was to make roses with felt and hot glue them onto a wreath. Perfect. So I picked up some felt in a few fall colors and got to work. 

A couple of years ago, I found a 10' strand of branches at a garage sale. I figured I would find a use for it one day. And I did!

 Here are the colors that I used for the wreath: burgundy, brown, tan and gold.

I cut a piece of the branches that was the size I was looking for. I think my wreath is about a foot to a foot and a half in diameter.

Then I had to find a way to bind the branches together. I figured a rubber band would probably be the best choice, and it ended up being pretty easy to do. It would obviously be much easier to start with a pre-made wooden wreath, so I recommend doing that.

To disguise the rubber band, I found a golden yellow ribbon that added a really nice touch to the wreath.

 Now to make the roses. I cut the felt into circles (anywhere between 4" and 8" in diameter). It helps to have special fabric cutting scissors, but as long as your scissors are sharp, you should be fine.

Then I cut the circles into fairly wide swirls. Starting from the center and working my way outside, I begin to wrap the felt swirls into the shape of roses. I used my hot glue gun occasionally to glue the roses together.

 It ended up being easier than I thought it would.

 Baby roses!

I arranged the roses the way I wanted them and hot glued them onto the wreath. My only regret is that I didn't buy use any gold/orange felt roses. I might add some next year, but for now, here's my wreath! 

Getting into Fall!

Man, I've really been slacking on the blogs recently. Life just keeps getting in the way. I've been intentional about documenting things with my camera, but I haven't actually had the time to share them on my blog.

To recap- It's fall. I LOVE FALL! It's not something that I had the opportunity to fully partake in growing up in southern California, and although southern California is one of my favorite places on earth, I truly do enjoy fall on the east coast. Reasons I love fall: the cool, crisp weather (no more humidity!!!); the beautiful colors; anything and everything pumpkin; apple picking; Halloween; Thanksgiving; and coziness. I've been doing my best to enjoy all of these things this fall.

Since I'm new to the whole having my own place thing, I'm still figuring out how to decorate seasonally. I don't really have many warm colors around my house (I love bold and bright), so I decided I needed to tone things down a bit in order to create a suitable environment in which to enjoy the things I love most about fall. So, I went out and bought a few mini pumpkins and gourds, as well as a beautiful golden colored mum. I also found some beautiful leaves and acorns around my neighborhood and have used those as decorations in my table centerpiece.

While all of those things are great and added fall flavor to my house, I felt the need to get a bit more creative, so I took a trip to JoAnn's and found some lovely fabric. Table runner time!

I'm a bit rusty on my sewing, since I haven't pulled out my machine for almost a year, but after a good deal of effort and a lot of seam ripping, I finished my table runner. You can see the miniature  cheesecakes displayed on the final product:

So, to sum it all up: Fall is great, and I've been enjoying it immensely. Stay tuned for upcoming blogs about some great fall foods!

Welcoming Fall's Arrival

I have to admit, I'm still grieving what feels like a lost summer. In the history of my life, this has to be the worst summer (weather-wise) that I have ever experienced. Rain, rain, and more rain. And then there was the humidity and extreme heat. Excluding my 2-week vacation in California, I only made it to the beach once. And that wasn't because I didn't put forth the effort to get myself there. The several weekends that I planned a beach trip (3 hours round trip), it rained. To make matters worse, fall came early this year. I kept holding out for a second heat wave, but it didn't come. So, I spent a lot of time being angry at weather.com and the state of Pennsylvania, and I made it a point to complain a lot to whoever would listen.

All that aside, and now that fall has been around for several weeks, I'm starting to accept (and even get excited) for everything that comes with fall. Pumpkins, pumpkin spiced lattes, apple picking and my favorite cowboy boots. To welcome fall's arrival, Media hosted Fall Super Sunday, a fun day filled with food, shopping, and entertainment. They closed off their main street, and all the businesses set up booths in the street. It's one of my favorite things to do in the area, so I decided to go last weekend. We had great weather and really enjoyed ourselves. Here are some pictures from the day.

A snapshot of main street.

It was a bit crowded, but I made my way around alright.

I got to pet this SUPER cute black lab puppy. Unfortunately, I couldn't get him to look at me for the photo.

Beautiful sky and beautiful buildings.

Seven Stones Cafe- My favorite coffee shop in Media.

This is me admiring all the lovely pottery. I came super close to buying a vase, but refrained.

A fun display of antique bottles.

Rockin my favorite boots.

The start of my owl collection.

A typical Anna face. "Are you kidding me?"

Fun Fall Recipes: Pumpkin Stuffed French Toast

I'm well-aware of the fact that fall is over, but I figured I'd post one more "fall" recipe that will warm both your belly and your soul. I was obsessed with pumpkin this fall. Pumpkin bread, pumpkin spiced lattes, pumpkin seeds. So I decided to explore another pumpkin flavored treat: pumpkin stuffed french toast. It seemed like a simple concept, so I made up the recipe myself. 

1. Purchase a loaf of thick french bread or Challa bread. Cut it into about 1 inch slices. 

2. Carefully cut a slit about halfway through the slices. You may want to carve out a little bit of the inside. This is where the filling will go.

3. In a medium bowl, mix 3 tablespoons softened cream cheese, 3 tablespoons canned pumpkin, 1 teaspoon pumpkin pie spice (you can substitute cinnamon, nutmeg and cloves) and 3 teaspoons sugar. Blend together well.

4. Using a small spoon, carefully insert filling into bread slices. You might have a little excess on the outside.

 5. Fill all the slices until you are out of the pumpkin mix.

6. In another medium size bowl, scramble 6-7 eggs. You can add a couple tablespoons of milk and a teaspoon of vanilla if you'd like.

7. Dip the bread slices into the egg mixture to coat the entire piece. Then place in a lightly greased frying pan. Cook for about a minute on each side, or until they are cooked through.

8. Drizzle with melted butter and sprinkle with powdered sugar. Serve warm.

Voila!