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Sole Hope – An Invitation

November 13, 2013 by Amy 10 Comments

At Allume, the hallways were lined with non-profits—so many that are already close to my heart—Samaritan’s Purse, Mercy House Kenya, Compassion—but it seems this year the Lord had one in particular he wanted to stick with me. Sole Hope has not left my mind since Allume.

 

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Sole Hope’s goal is to make shoes for children in Uganda who are affected by soil borne conditions like jiggers.  They reuse jean material and tires and use locally trained shoemakers to make shoes for children to prevent diseases. They help clean the children’s feet at clinics and then give them a pair of shoes.

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I had no idea this was even a THING until they showed this video at Allume (warning—graphic):

 

 

Did you watch?  Because that’ll make you want to DO SOMETHING.

And the really, really fun thing is we CAN do something super easy!  All it takes is a sharpie, a pair of scissors and some time to attend a SHOE CUTTING PARTY.

Through a shoe party, participants trace and then cut jeans based on templates that will then be used by the Ugandan shoemakers.  Not only are the children provided with shoes, but local women are provided with a job.

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Some of my too-small jeans I took to Allume to donate are now on their way to Uganda to cover some little feet!  It’s like the BEST THING EVER!!

And guess what??

I’m hosting a local shoe cutting party and you’re invited!!

 

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If you’re reading this, you’re invited!  I don’t care how far away you are, whether we know each other and don’t talk much, or we’re BFFs in real life, I’d love to have you here!  Bring as many jeans as you want, a pair of your favorite fabric scissors and $10 donation if you can swing it  (not required—it’s used to pay the shoemakers).

I’m giving you plenty of notice–it will be at my house on Friday, December 6, 6:30-8:30.  I’ll have coffee and snacks and have everything organized so we can make the most of our time.  I’m planning to have my kids there and if you have older kids that can cut, BRING THEM too (or not, if you want a kid-free evening).  

Consider this your official invitation—just let me know in the comments here or in email at amyjbennett AT gmail DOT com if you plan on attending. But, if you’re local and we’re friends on Facebook, you’ll be getting a Facebook event invitation there as well.

If you want to see some past shoe cutting parties in action, head right over here.

If you aren’t local to me or can’t get here that night, host your own shoe cutting party.  Just do it one night with your family or invite your small group or your best friends!  For just $15 you can order a 10 person kit that can be reused over and over.

 

Alume has given me permission to show photos from the cutting party that happened on Saturday at Allume.  For folks like me, knowing what you’re walking into really helps:

 

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photos courtesy of Allume/Kim DeLoach Photography

As you can see, it really is as easy as tracing and cutting!  We can do hard things but we can also do super easy things like this!

 

Ah!!  I’m so excited! I really would like to make a big impact for Sole Hope to show them our support.  Make plans to come out!

Let me know—who’s interested in coming or hosting your own party??

 

 

*images courtesy of SoleHope.org

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What I Wore Wednesday 11.13.2013

November 13, 2013 by Amy Leave a Comment

It’s Wednesday when I share my outfits from the week.

I pair my outfits with inspirational photos.  Read more about that here.

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On Neatening and Broken Windows

November 12, 2013 by Amy 8 Comments

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I recently had a lightbulb moment regarding homemaking I want to tell you about, but first I need to preface it with two truthful, but funny comments from my children.  It should set the tone for the type of homemaker I am regarding neatening, or what Cheryl Mendelson of Home Comforts calls straightening up.

 

Messy Is the Norm

Last week I was straightening up for our weekly small group we host on Thursdays.  Emma was sitting on the recliner in the living room and says, “Why are you cleaning up so much—our house doesn’t look like that.”

“Are you suggesting I’m being fake by cleaning up?”

She confirmed that indeed, she thought I was being disingenuous by straightening up the house before company came over.  I get what she was getting at, but I’m pretty sure company would rather not trip over her tennis shoes and sit on bags from Walmart.  In any case, I guess the point is it stung that she thought messy was the norm in our home.

Yesterday I was home because of Veteran’s Day and the kids had school.  I spent most of the day straightening up the house, trying to finally catch up on all the catch-all areas that I can never catch-up on. 

Lexi came home from school, walked through the house to set her stuff down, went to the bathroom and what-not and asked if the cleaning lady had come.

“Yes, your cleaning-lady-mother came!” I quipped, realizing once again that messiness was more norm than I realized.

So, just to level-set, this is what we’re dealing with in our house. 

My house gets professionally cleaned every two weeks, it gets neatened in the common areas once a week for small group and the entire house is neatened just before the cleaning lady comes. I try to get the girls to clean their room floors every night but that’s not always the case.  Scott usually keeps a handle on the floors being clear but other than that, it’s a free for all.

One cannot be expected to have 100% of a house straightened 100% of the time. It’s just not possible.  However, I admit that I had some weird thoughts about the whole neatening process after reading the neatening section of Home Comforts. 

Let me explain.

 

The Broken Window

In Home Comforts, Cheryl explains the broken window theory.  The broken window theory is something police officers uncovered in derelict neighborhoods.  If an abandoned home had a broken window, then delinquents were more likely to take the vandalism one notch higher, like graffiti.  And if there was graffiti on the house, they were more likely to break in the house.  By fixing the small issues like broken windows, police could significantly reduce vandalism.

She applies the concept to our homes.  When we walk into our kitchens and there is a glass on the counter, we are more likely to set our dirty glass down beside it.  However, if the counter is clean, we are more likely to put the dish in the dishwasher so the counter stays clean. If we can fix the broken windows in our homes, it’s more likely to cut down on the need for neatening.

This concept was a lightbulb moment for me.

In the past, I would look at a room and rate the messiness of it.  I rated the messiness of the room by how long it would take to clean it.  If just a pair of shoes was on the floor, it would only take 30 seconds to take the shoes to my room.  If there was also a book out that I was reading, that would only take another 30 seconds to carry it to my bookshelf.  So, in all, it would only take a minute—literally—to clean the room.  If the rating was very low like that, I would consider the room nearly clean and I would not see a need to straighten it. 

Once the room’s rating was high, meaning it would take several minutes, or even hours to clean, I labeled it messy and then figured I should do something about it.  The problem was once it was going to take several minutes or hours to fix, I rarely would have such a chunk of time to actually clean it.  This made the problem all the worse because everyone saw it as a free-for-all since it was already messy.

This broken window theory has totally thrown a wrench into my thoughts. 

 

The Broken Window Applied

Now when I see just one thing out of place, I see the potential and in fact, psychological impacts, of not “fixing the broken window.”

Now I don’t see a room that will take no time to clean, I see something that could cause lots of other things in the room to gather AND something I could fix very quickly NOW.

I’m not saying I have a neat house 100% of the time now (please see my children’s comments above), but I am saying that the broken window concept has changed how I look at a room and has, in fact, made me neaten a room when it takes just 30 seconds to do so instead of waiting.  As a result, I think the rooms are staying cleaner (emphasis on the “er” part) and I’m only neatening for seconds at a time instead of several minutes or even hours.

 

Whew, welcome to my neatening neurosis.  How do you view neatening?  Is it something you do religiously or just wait until you have lots to straighten at once?

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Freedom

November 11, 2013 by Amy Leave a Comment

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Today we celebrate our veterans. Lives lost, time spent, horrors seen, wars fought–for our freedom.  The irony of freedom is it isn’t free. To those of you who have paid the price in any way, thank you. 

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Yesterday our church continued studying Galatians where Paul talks about spiritual freedom.  In America where we value our country’s freedom so much, we’ve distorted spiritual freedom enough that we find so many people anything but free. 

My pastor talked yesterday about how our fleshly desires are in battle against the spirit.  Our flesh desires sin.  Do what feels good! I don’t need a boss! You only live once!  Those messages abound in our culture.

And it’s true, gratifying our fleshly desires feels good—at least in the moment—and anyone that tells you different is lying.  So we take those moments that feel good and assume that’s the way to freedom.  However, if you live like that long enough, you’ll find it’s anything but freedom. You’ve done nothing but wrapped chains around your heart.  You’re in bondage and it’s not fun anymore.

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Two years ago today I released Entangled, the confession of my emotional affair.  I think back to moments it was fun—I felt great. I felt beautiful.  I was finally doing exactly what I wanted, when I wanted.  In those moments, I felt free.  But that’s the allure of sin.  You have moments that lie to you.  You’re free for a moment but in the end, it just tightens the chains a little tighter.

I went through a season of what our culture would call freedom—doing just exactly what my heart was desiring.  But I ended up miserable.  My stomach hurt, I was losing weight, my heart rate was through the roof. I felt terrible for hiding my sin.  My body was physically battling for my true freedom long before my spirit was.

Here’s the thing we don’t get : spiritual freedom isn’t a freedom of will, it’s a freedom from will. 

Spiritual freedom is not in doing what feels good or what you can just because we only have one life.  You think fighting for your desires is the way to freedom but you wake up one day and realize you’ve been fighting on the enemy’s side the whole time. 

True freedom is found in siding with God and his holy ways.  Small moment after small moment, battle after battle, choosing the holy way and not the fleshly way. 

I can tell you with conviction I never felt more free than by giving up what my flesh truly wanted.  In the moment, it felt like defeat.  It felt painful. I didn’t want it.  But God’s ways are freedom, not our own. 

Today while I thank the veterans for our country’s freedom, I also thank God for true spiritual freedom.  Oh, how much I could have lost!  Thank God for his grace and his never-ending, chase-you-down desire for my freedom.

 

To those of you bound up, today is the day to start your fight for freedom.  Even if the battle seems too hard, even if you don’t yet want God’s ways, it just starts by telling God you want freedom.  He will give you new desires and eventually, victory.  Surrender your will and chase after Him. 

I would love to intercede for your freedom in prayer.  Email me and let me know you need it and it’d be my honor to help you battle today.

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Fruit of Love

November 8, 2013 by Amy 4 Comments

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A few nights before I left for Allume two weeks ago, Scott’s parents brought us a bag of apples they had picked with the senior adults at their church.  It was a huge bag of apples—my guess was 20 pounds.  I really wanted to make some of The Pioneer Woman’s applesauce but I had zero extra time as I prepared for my trip.

I let the apples sit while I was gone.  I got home from Allume on Sunday, full and happy, but definitely not ready to get back to real life.  Doing the grocery shopping that I missed on Saturday was the very last thing I felt like doing.  So I made applesauce with Emma.

We peeled the apples and then Emma worked to slice them. They were hard apples—the hardest I’d ever seen.  After Emma had dumped them in the pot on the stove, Emma picked up two apple seeds and said, “Let’s go plant these!”

I said, “No, Emma, they’ll take forever to grow.” I drifted off at the last of my explanation, taken aback at my reaction.  I couldn’t believe my disinterest in planting the seeds knowing that it would be years before it looked like a tree and even more before it produced apples we could use.

Was I really that selfish that I had no interest in planting something that likely someone else would enjoy in years to come?  Just because I wouldn’t ever see the fruit, wasn’t the planting and watching the journey with Emma enough?  Wasn’t knowing that someone else would have joy because of our work enough?

 

Yesterday was Billy Graham’s 95th birthday.  There was a huge celebration just a few hours up the road in Asheville, NC.  He celebrated by producing and televising his last message to America called My Hope America. 

In the video, Larry King asked him years ago what is your purpose?  Billy Graham answered to go into the world and tell people the gospel.   And still so many years later, when he is 95, at an age where anyone would give him a pass for not putting in hard work, he still has the passion and willingness to share this truth.  He will likely never see the fruits of his labor, but he knows and cares about others enough that it doesn’t matter.  It’s enough to know that someone else will be changed by Jesus Christ.

He says, “With ALL my heart, I want to leave you with the truth.”

He has that thing for people that I realized I was lacking when confronted with two apple seeds.  Great love of others.

I pray that we are—that I am–so full of love for others that we are willing to do the hard work of planting seeds, satisfied with watching the journey and resting in the knowledge that the fruit will bloom and be enjoyed for generations to come.

 

If you haven’t, please, watch the broadcast online here. Even if you don’t believe his message, I pray we are all inspired by his faithfulness to the task.

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3 Small Organizational Changes With Big Impact

November 7, 2013 by Amy 12 Comments

I’ve said it before, but we should be clear I’m not the organized type.  I always thought because my personality types confirmed I’m a logical thinker, it meant I was a logical organizer.  No.  I’m quite the opposite.  I know where most things are, but it’s usually in the midst of some big pile.

Recently I made 3 very small changes around the house that made a huge impact.  I thought I might share for those of you who might be organizationally challenged too. 

#1 Bookcases by Color

 

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I ran into this article detailing 9 ways to organize your books through one of Holley Gerth’s posts last month.  Maybe it shouldn’t have been, but it was revolutionary for me. 

I love walking into a library—it feels GOOD to be around all the words organized correctly.  I couldn’t ever get mine together in the same way that made me happy to see them. My system was just to simply shelve a book on the end of a shelf where there was space. It felt icky and I didn’t like that I didn’t enjoy my books.

I never realized until reading that article that it was ok to organize your house in a way that fit YOU.  For me, bookcases are supposed to be shelved by genre and last name. 

I’d seen the pretty pictures on Pinterest of books organized by color, but it never occurred to me that organizing books by color meant they were actually organized—just arranged. 

Within 10 minutes of reading that article, I organized my (humble) shelves by color.

I’ve never been more happy with my books.  I remember books by their spine color and know just where to go for the book and it’s pretty.

 

#2 Alphabetical Spices

 

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This is Organization 101 but I have to share.  It took me FIFTEEN years of marriage, but I finally alphabetically organized my spices. 

I was looking for cumin Tuesday night to make my taco mix and realized for the hundredth time I was searching every single row for the cumin.  Every. single. time. 

Where could that cumin be? 

Am I out of cumin?

Is it hiding behind the pepper?

Is it in a short container or big container?

Why couldn’t I just pick it off the shelf after a quick scan like I do in the grocery store? 

So, as my meat browned for tacos, I had enough and organized my spices in about 3 minutes.  AMAZING.  WHYYY did it take me 15 years to do this?

 

 

#3 Unorganized Jeans

 

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So, maybe this isn’t exactly an organizational tip but hear me out.  I usually sit right in between two jean sizes.  If I’m just a few pounds lighter, I wear one size.  If I’m just a few pounds heavier, I wear one size larger. Right now, I’m in the larger size. 

I would wear the larger size that fit until laundry needed done and I was out of the larger size. I would pull those smaller sizes out and squeeze into them.  It made me feel TERRIBLE all day long.  I was physically squeezed and mentally, I beat myself up for that muffin top I just created by squeezing into the wrong size.

I finally had the epiphany the other day I just needed to remove the smaller size from the hangers and set them aside.

BOOM.

I feel SO MUCH BETTER.  I’m not tempted to wear the smaller size and I feel amazing in the larger size.  I’m physically more comfortable and I don’t have a muffin top reminding me of the few extra pounds I need to lose.

My smaller sized jeans are now organized into a neat little pile in a different part of my closet.  My hanging jeans now have much more room and my brain is happier.

 

While nothing here is revolutionary, these small changes made a big impact for me.  Maybe you need to try one of them out?

I’m curious, do you organize your books or spices differently?

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What I Wore Wednesday 11.06.2013

November 6, 2013 by Amy 7 Comments

It’s Wednesday when I share my outfits from the week.

I pair my outfits with inspirational photos.  Read more about that here.

Email and RSS readers need to click over to the site to see the inspirational photos.

 

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To Lexi On Her 9th Birthday

November 3, 2013 by Amy 4 Comments

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Dear Lexi,

When I saw that picture of us on the back of the camera in September, I nearly lost it right there standing on your school playground.  Who were those strangers?  Who was that little girl and who was that momma hugging her?

I get so heads-down with this parenting thing–making lunches, going to teacher conferences, planning dinners and doing laundry–that I sometimes forget you and I have a relationship.  Just me and you.  Mother and daughter.  And the little girl in that picture looked way older than I remembered the last time we took a picture together.

In that picture, I feel the days slipping like sand.  I want to get my head out of the day to day and really look at you, look at us, and appreciate what’s in front of me.  I’m scared I’ll look at a picture of us 10 years from now and just wonder who that grown girl is in the picture. I don’t want to be so busy with mothering you that I forget to be your mother.

You’re 9 today and I can hardly stand the thought we’re halfway done with our time.  You tell me you don’t want to grow up and I need to find out who to call to stop time for you.  I can’t bear the thought of you not being with me every day.

You’re such a joy.  Such a joy.  Such a frustrating, dramatic, picky, creative joy. 

You’ve come so far this year.  I was worried for a few years there.  You were losing your mind a little lot over the little things and I wasn’t sure how it would turn out.  But let me say, you’ve grown in the most wonderful ways over those years.

I think it’s just you have a little leader heart in there and it was stretching and growing and finding its place.

I watched you during your party this weekend with your friends. You had it all planned out and you followed through.  I watched as you had your friends’ rapt attention in the living room, all of them listening to your direction, raising their hands for a turn to talk. 

You’re going to be wonderful leader one day.  I don’t know if you’ll lead your own littles or be our President.  Yes, I really believe you could.

When I was in middle school, a girl walked up to me in gym class and asked me why I smiled so much, how is it you’re happy so much?  I’ve never been quick on my feet when I talk and was still so shy then.  I must have mumbled something and moved on.  I think about it all the time how I wish I would have told her it was Jesus.  Jesus is the reason I had hope and love and kindness and joy in my heart that let me smile all the time.  I regret so much that I didn’t lead her back to Jesus.

And so I hope for you when you’re leading those people—because you will—you’ll remember to lead them to Jesus.  Have no regrets.  Be bold. Love Jesus.  And help them to do the same.

Happy Birthday, baby girl.

Love,

Mommy

 

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