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Table for four, please.

Sitting down with my son, husband and a missionary friend was nothing out of the ordinary for this wife of a pastor. We had met before, in another lifetime, so it seemed.

We exchanged pleasantries through the meal, missing his wife who wasn’t on this particular trip, making small talk and catching up on life.

Finally he could wait no longer and asked the question that would forever change our lives.

“What are you all doing here?”

That was as far as he got when I burst into tears and simply said, “I’ll go.”

The Sweetheart looks at me in shock, “Go where?”

“Wherever God says, I will go now.”

All three of us, maybe four, were crying at this point, truly a God-moment. We knew something was happening and we would never be the same.

Shortly thereafter, we resigned the church we had been serving and arrived in Tallinn, Estonia, our first introduction to European life in the Baltics. We were mesmerized, in love, and thrilled beyond our wildest dreams to be in this beautiful country, attempting to be missionaries at the old age of 49 and 51.

After that short assignment, we spent a year in Riga, Latvia, the capital of the Baltics, planting churches. Reaching the people there with the Gospel of Jesus Christ meant building relationships. Forming trusts, and offering friendship, was the key to introducing them to the Savior.

 

My husband had dreamed of being a missionary since he was a teenager, visiting South America for three weeks, he kept that missionary feeling and longing for many years to come. We raised a family, he peaked in his career as an air traffic controller and supervisor, and then walked away from it all fifteen years later to go full time into the ministry.

My dream had always been to simply raise a family with all the love I had in me, to give of myself in keeping a clean home; a happy home. I was content.

Now, My Three Sons were grown, the youngest was on his way to college soon…what was the next step for us?

In Latvia, we were without our kids, except for six months that our youngest came to help with the music program.  We started an English Club to give Latvians a place to practice their English skills, to play American games and share American recipes. The responses came from young people, the twenty-something’s who were in Riga for school or work.

They were without parents. It was a perfect match.

Our lives have forever been enriched, even when we are back in the States for longer periods of time; we have eternal friendships that time only sweetens.

I look back on that day at Applebee’s with wonder and amazement. For an Indiana country girl who had never been out of the United States, who lived with extreme claustrophobia, a terrible fear of flying and a strong fear of cats, I was stepping out into the unknown. (Okay, I am afraid of more than cats, that just sort of wraps up all of my fears into one enemy!)

This missionary was looking for a missing piece to his puzzle. He knew before he got there that we were that link.

God knows. God always knows. He was the One who pushed us into our calling. He opened the door, using our missionary friend to give us the nudge.

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Christ is Enough for Me!

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 You can never learn that Christ is all you need, until Christ is all you have. ~ Corrie ten Boom

We have been blessed this weekend to travel to Latvia for services with our friends from Riga. I mentioned in my post earlier this week that our kids, Martins and Konstance, had started a new work in Mazsalaca, Latvia, close to the border of Estonia. They have service on Saturday afternoon in this tiny village and we wanted to be with them while we were close by.  The area includes the largest known Stone Age burial site in Northern Europe and was first settled ca. 5000 BC. The present town began to develop in 1864, when a bridge over the Salaca river was constructed.

Heading out on a three hour trip through the Baltic States is a little bit different than taking a little drive through America. There is virtually NOTHING along the way aside from hundreds of storks. Yes, I said storks. I have never seen so many nests atop power poles, ever. They stand guard of all of the babies they are preparing to deliver down chimneys…oops, that’s another fairytale for another day. (smile) But they do seem to be standing guard of their own babies in their home in the sky.

This one was out for a stroll; I barely caught him in action before he took off flying.

We arrived in Mazsalaca in plenty of time to split into teams and do a little inviting. I was paired with Egija, you may remember her story here. We headed down the street hoping to be able to invite a few people to the service, which was to start soon. The church has outgrown its first meeting place and now has a larger room in the cultural center in the center of town. It does not have air conditioning, not too many places in Northern Europe do, and unfortunately, we have had a very unusual hot spell for the last three weeks. It has been in the nineties several days and when you pile 25-30 people in a room, well, you can feel the heat!

That did not keep them from praising God as you can witness in the video below. We had a wonderful time trying to sing in Latvian with them, it has been a while and I was terribly rusty, but we enjoyed the presence of God just the same.

Martins shared the Word, after a short testimony by The Sweetheart. He can never talk without crying when he is with the kids and Saturday was no different.

We are Holy Ghost proud of the work they ALL are doing in this country! They were blessed with a few visitors off the street in this service and it was just a wonderful time of meeting new people and connecting with old friends. I have been thinking of the service since yesterday and stuck with the thought that Christ is enough. Everywhere I go in this part of the world I am reminded how different it is than what I am used to but He is the same. Always the same. He is enough in America, He is enough in the Baltics, the United Arab Emirates, the Philippines, South Africa, Australia…

He is just enough.

He promises to meet our needs, to go with us to the ends of the earth and He promises to come back and take us eternally home to be with Him.

When the doctor delivers a bad report, when your son or daughter lose their home, when an accident claims the life of a loved one, He is enough.

He comforts, soothes, heals, protects, delivers, supplies, gives unselfishly and without reserve what we NEED and when we need it.

He is there. Always. Unconditionally loving us over and over again.

Forgiving and restoring, as His Word has promised.

Even when things do not go my way?

Even then.

He is enough.

No matter whether I see these wonderful people again in this life, I am comforted by the fact that they are working for God, telling others about Him, building churches and congregations all over a country with so very few places of worship.

It is enough because He is enough and He fills all in all!

We should never be complacent with this thought, thinking that He is God and He is able to take care of everything by Himself. We are His hands, His feet, the BODY of Christ, and it is our duty, His command, that we GO and SHARE the Gospel.

Is He enough for you? Do you KNOW Him? Does He fill all in all for you?

There is a beautiful song by Hillsong with this same name, Christ is Enough. Take the time to listen to it today and thank God that He is enough.

Then go, and tell someone else.

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DIY Vanilla Extract & A Bonus!

When I first came overseas four years ago, I was surprised at the number of things that were readily available here in Northern Europe. Our first visit to the market was quite interesting.

We could read NOTHING.

We did not speak the Estonian language, and we had taken about eight weeks of Russian in anticipation of getting to Latvia the next year. That was not going to help us here in Tallinn.

I may have told the story of The Sweetheart trying to talk to an older lady behind the meat counter when he was attempting to decipher what was staring back at him. Was it beef? She just stares. So he did what we all do when we are talking to someone who doesn’t speak our language: we say it s-l-o-w-e-r and LOUDER! BEEF?!!

She stares…and raises an eyebrow.

Finally, and forever forgive me for not having a camera or the FLIP going, he puts two fingers up on top of his head, leans over a bit and says, “MOOOOO!”

“AAAHHH! MOOOOO!” She was excited then, she understood.

We all have a love language. (smile)

Yesterday we made a trip to Stockmann’s,  a very nice department/grocery store. In the States we would compare it to Macy’s with a Kroger in the basement. I know, hard to imagine, but it is nice.

They are known for having American items from time to time. Today we found this!

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 And this…

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Just in case you cannot convert from Euro’s to U.S. dollars, that would make the Aunt Jemima $11.50 and the A1 a whopping $18! No, we did not buy either one.

But as I mentioned in the last post, there are some things you must make yourself if you feel you just cannot live without them.

One of those for me was pure vanilla extract. Or any liquid vanilla extract would have sufficed. The cheap stuff would have been just as good when you cannot find any!

They did have vanilla sugar in Estonia and Latvia but I couldn’t find extract. So, my good missionary friend, Robin Shutes, says that is no problem, “We make our own!”

Back then I had not heard how incredibly easy it was to make your own vanilla…nor had I heard how incredibly delicious it was! Pure vanilla extract is so expensive in the States, so many opt for the store brand of vanilla flavoring. It is NOT the same.

Robin takes me to a neat cash and carry store in Riga, Latvia where we find our vanilla beans. They come in individual cylinder tubes here in Tallinn also and run about $1.40 each right now.

vanilla bean tube

The beans here are smaller and sometimes not the best quality, but when you order them from the States they are usually very good quality.

Now for the rest of the ingredients; let’s fill up our cart!

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Yes, that’s it! Vodka! Some use bourbon but vodka is pretty cheap over here so that is what I went with every time. (And yes, ALL pure vanilla extract is made with vanilla beans and alcohol. McCormick’s, for instance also adds corn syrup, but it is NOT necessary. You will have plenty of sugar in your baking! Again, you are NOT drinking the stuff, heaven forbid, just adding 1/2 to 1 teaspoon in a recipe.)

Now, let’s get busy!

Take your vanilla bean, slit it down the middle, that splits the bean open a bit so the vodka can get inside. Don’t cut them in two lengthwise but you may cut them in half to shorten them. Here, I already had the scissors handy for cutting them in half so you can start with a slit with the scissors then just split them the rest of the way up. You can also use a cutting board and a knife just as easy.

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If you are making one large bottle, like I am here, just put about five or six split vanilla beans in the bottle. Make sure your bottles are clean and dry.

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Now, just pour your bottle of vodka over the beans until it reaches almost to the top. You can fill it all the way if you want, I ran out of vodka!

Now, for the hard part; the waiting.

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It is best to let it steep for about eight weeks. I have used it at four weeks before and it was still good but the longer you leave it, the better.

What is so great about vanilla extract is that you can just keep adding vodka to this set of beans for the longest time! Depending on how fast you use vanilla, just keep filling it up. In a year or so you could replace the beans if you want or start over. It really will not hurt anything no matter how long you leave them. You can store it in the cabinet just like store-bought vanilla. It will keep forever!

Every year, when the holidays roll around, I say to The Sweetheart, “I’m going to make my sister and SIL’s their own vanilla this year!” “Sure you are…” is his reply. I never get it accomplished. I always forget to order my beans and before I know it, it’s too late.

But this is one of the best, and easiest, homemade gifts you can give! It doesn’t have to be made eight weeks in advance; if you do, they will really love you because they can use it right away. But if not, they still have a treasure awaiting them when it is finished.

You can buy the cutest jars from Amazon, like these 4 oz. dark bottles, 24 for $33.49. Here are some Amber 4 oz , twelve for $16.80. Not bad once you add a cute label and a ribbon! Or, if you want fancier  and bigger ones, these are adorable 8 oz. jars, also at Amazon.  You can also do a Google search for little glass jars and jump back! There are plenty.

For the beans, these Madagascar beans from Planifolia can’t be beat. You get 25, 6-7″ beans for $19.99!

If you do make up some for gifts, just halve your beans, split them, and you will only need about one bean, split and cut in two, per two ounces of vodka. It’s still a great buy!

Another great trick I worked up this week I had read about many times but never tried it myself. I always just ran across the street and borrowed from family. This time that was not an option as I could not show up on my Estonian neighbor’s doorstep and ask to borrow a cup of brown sugar. I knew suhkar but was pretty sure I would scare her to death. So! I made my own!

They do have brown sugar here in Estonia, we were just out of it. All you need is regular white sugar, or organic white cane sugar to begin with and one other ingredient.

Molasses! Don’t you just love two ingredient miracles?!

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For each cup of white sugar add about three full tablespoons of molasses. With a fork, I mixed it up until it was coarse.

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This is what it will look like when you begin to incorporate the molasses with the sugar…don’t despair!! It will eventually look like store-bought brown sugar. (This is a terrible picture of the inside of the bowl, but work with me.) I also tried using a regular hand mixer and that works just as well. You don’t want it to turn to dust; it will just look like, well, like brown sugar. But kind of like coarse sand, depending on the type of sugar. In this part of the world the sugar is much grainier than what I am used to. It is still the same taste; just a different texture.

If you want dark brown sugar, just increase the ratio of molasses, about four tablespoons to each cup of white sugar.

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Store as you normally would and you are finished!

In a few weeks you can be baking up a storm. Be sure and save a few vanilla beans to make homemade ice cream. It’s summer!

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